Saturdays.

Once again, there are fireworks peeking out over the buildings to the south/southwest, and I have no idea why. Hanukkah fireworks? McCoy Tyner’s birthday? Fortieth anniversary of Sam Cooke’s death? While hanging out my window to watch, I took a picture. I didn’t realize it at the time, but apparently I took it because Becca told me to in her online journal. Anyway, here it is.