Boston's summer is short. In fact, I wouldn't even say it started until a couple weeks ago. You can tell because it's humid now. Snow followed by cold dampness, followed by a hot sticky mess. But then Boston celebrates the Fourth of July (possibly my favorite holiday thanks to a July 2 birthday). And the weather doesn't matter anymore.
![the [reunion] tarp](https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5072/5907397664_cfdbb55c51_z.jpg)
After a late lunch with some friends, we headed to the [REUNION] tarp on the Esplanade. Sarah, a July 5 birthday and Independence Day fan, and her husband Paul set up at 5:30 a.m. to reserve a space larger than most downtown apartments. This space is on the lagoon directly in front of the barge. The one with the fireworks.
We played cards and chatted with friends until the 1812 Overture — the non-televised fireworks teaser. This year I felt a little like I was watching Britain's Parliament explode. Thirty minutes later, the pyrotechnics began in earnest, choreographed to music. My favorite pairing was the Tinkerbell-esque green lights that danced to Owl City's Firefly.
And then it was over. I can't wait until next year.
Click here to see all of our photos from the Fourth.
(P.S. one of our photos was included in The Pioneer Woman's "YOUR Fireworks Shots!" post!)