Homer's Travels: The Morning After

Sunday, July 05, 2009

The Morning After

The fourth ended in the whistles, rumbles, bangs, and booms of our independence. From my deck the eastern horizon was lit up with myriad bombs bursting in air. The festivities seemed never ending, continuing well past the witching hour. I was lulled to sleep by the rumbles of fireworks exploding and Homer snoring.

But my sleep was short lived as the Wife's Emilie Dickinson adventure began early with a trip to the airport. The gloomy clouds that dominated the day before were gone, replaced with a morning of blue skies and misty haze, punctuated by the silence of celebration's ended.

We kissed our goodbyes and I returned to what now feels like an empty shell of a home. Two hours and I already miss her.


  1. Homer slept through the fireworks? Wow.

    She'll be back before you know it.

  2. GH: Yep, Homer, while breathing very heavy as he does when he is scared, fell asleep with all the fireworks going off. He may finally be getting used to it.

    I know.