Explosions

It’s unusually quiet here in our neighborhood. I remember hearing sounds from boisterous explosions to the tiniest crackle in the air. A surefire sign that the holidays are in the conveyor belt. But now, it looks like Silent Hill out there: gloomy, foggy and quiet with a sprinkle of flickering lights.

I guess they were dead serious about firecracker and fireworks banning. It’s going to be an awfully hush New Year then.