Begin again.

If anyone was walking in the park on Benny last night and saw a group of about ten teenagers huddled around a couple of lighters, it isn't difficult to imagine what they would have imagined. I'm going to make a huge assumption and say that they would probably have been wrong. We spent last night running around in the mud in the park on Benny with birthday cake sparklers, throwing them to each other through the air, watching them fly like fireworks, breathing smoke into the air on what I know I will remember as the last night before winter.

Scream thine joy unto the heavens.