Maybe it’s the smell of revolution in the air. This evening, I was walking to the gym for BJJ training. There’s one pretty desolate street I walk down. I heard an explosion and didn’t know what it was. It made me alert.
Then fireworks erupted so suddenly, and with such intensity that I flopped belly down in the snow. It was a good spot. Beside a sort of low wall. I thought they were explosions, but it was such a good spot that I was safe. No one knew I was there either. I could have exfiltrated quickly and quietly. Only when I looked up did I see the glittering lights in the sky.
I dusted myself off and continued, more proud of myself than embarassed. It’s a good instinct.