Not all days end with fanfare and glimmers of purple, crimson and gold gallantly gleaming, or do they? Perhaps we are too distracted to catch a glimpse. We get caught up into the mayhem and we don’t get a chance to know who we really are or why we came to be. As a matter of fact, those dreamers who dare to imagine, remember and create are told they’re headed in the other direction. We know, that’s the point. We came for the magic not the mundane. And as I was soaking up this fairy-tale backdrop an astonishing voice belted out the most recognized words in ‘murica, one’s that have traditionally brought us together even if we chose variant paths…
Oh say can you see by the dawn’s early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
O! say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
It’s about time we see more of the brave and keep vigilant in the land of the free.