When the hordes of people were flowing towards English Bay for the first night of the fireworks, Stephen and I were going in the opposite direction. We were strolling (or loping as Steve does in his rather mystical way) towards Lost Lagoon and hoping to find some quiet spot away from the mob where we might catch some of the celestial display.
On a path before the Lost Lagoon area, we found a spot, hesitated there and watched when the boomings of the fireworks began and looked up and discovered that we had actually found a perfect little place right on that path which afforded us the best possible and private view of the spectacular fireworks. Tucked in between the canopy of the trees. Every colourful explosion in the sky we could see. And somehow we knew it was for our private pleasure. A tremendous gift from the personality of the infinite and it went on for long enough for Stephen and I to know we were being given something.
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