Embers

I often times have moments when I realize how small I am compared to the world. Looking at the sky tonight is one of those times. Somewhere off in the distance, some one is the source of the beautiful explosions caused by chemicals reactions. The many explosions all around me give me the feeling of being small. I am one person. These are strangers. Maybe some one I know. The blackness of the night makes it unknown. The still lights of buildings throw off my sense location. In one direction is fading pops. The other direction, attractive bulbs of tiny colored embers form a brilliant circle. The fact that a circle is a basic shape simply disappears in the beauty of the flaming pieces of dying dust. On the next street, pops are leaping into the sound waves, booming to be heard. How can something so close feel so anonymous? I am a mere cell in the sea.