If the synonym to burnout is lassitude, the antonym is liveliness and readiness - the 'ness'-es consuming this Tuesday. When you fall into the pit of burnout on Fourth of July weekend, the gods have bestowed the greatest gift upon you and now you are ready to start the week of with a crack, like the fireworks of weekends past.
Speaking of fireworks.... The show, the tradition lining the holiday weekend bring with it an awfully urban topic: community.
Being on the lake, away from the city I figured human contact would drop significantly, but I was wrong. The lake community is strong. Not only did I wave and stop to have a conversation with everyone I came across, but I went to their shores, borrowed their lake toys, and met more people than I have in a day in the city. I wasn't in New York anymore, but I wasn't in Texas either ... this is Connecticut.
The Second of July ... a man in the cove set off quite the display as my cousins and I attempted a fire and s'mores and the dog barked viciously before laying by the fire. The show was small, but massive for an individual affair.
The Third of July ... this was the day the lake was waiting for. A man named Greg always puts on the show of the year. With a hundred fireworks stung and ready to go we all gathered on the dam. To our surprise Greg's neighbor across the water also had a small stock to counterbalance Greg's show to my left. The kids danced an cheered while their parents drank and the party was simple - simply pleasant.
The Fourth of July ... my time was up and off to the city I went. I had my full of fireworks and debated on and off my desire to see the New York extravaganza. My friends were in Williamsburg and I was in Manhattan. Would I make the trek? My debate landed me with 30 minutes until the show started and I figured I'd stay on the Manhattan side, but still go out. I found myself running through the city in search of an avenue with a view. The boom's echoed like thunder through the streets taunting me until I caught sight of the show. I found several groups and with a perfect clearing I ended the chase and enjoyed the lights bouncing off the freshly wet pavement with a herd of other New Yorkers just like me.