New Englanders are fortunate that we have a lot of lakes, and I am lucky that I got to spend some time at one for the Fourth of July. I think I will be finding excuses to be there often.
We built a fire right next to the water and watched people shooting off illegal fireworks from their docks and boats. We hollered and cheered them on. We planned how we are going to outdo them next year. We had our first gin and tonics of the summer. I fell asleep smelling like campfire smoke.
This was, by far, the best Fourth of July that I can remember. I have never had a combination of spending time with the best people at the perfect place, all the while being emancipated from mental slavery of one sort or another. It was a true blessing.
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