Maui.  Midsummer.  I was standing on the beach with my sweetheart, watching the sun slowly descend until it just kissed the water.  It was a magical night.  The breeze tickled the freshly blooming flowers blowing delectable scents my direction.  My tropical shirt gently rustled in the breeze as I told myself that I wasn’t going back.
At least if I was going back, I wasn’t going to acknowledge it now.  Not while the magic of nightfall was still with us.  I wrapped an arm around my wife and she shivered in the dying light.  This, I realized, is what it is all about.
And then, in the distance, there were fireworks.  At least that’s my story, and I’m sticking with it.