I was almost ready to believe this was all a mistake. One we would stick to for the year and walk away from later. And then I saw fireworks from my living room couch. I admit, I'm a sucker for such moments of magic. But, as I watch them, I think whatever the quirks of this place, however tight the cliques, there is a core that continues to move forward with the dream of building this town into a place where families come to grow and connect with others.
Lately, I've been thinking that most people have forgotten how to play well with others. Maybe we never learned. After all, noone sends their kids out to play anymore and "concerned" parents haven't since the 80's. So that's an awful lots of adults and kids who don't really know how to mingle without artificial social constructs. A lot of room for trial and error.
Much to muse upon on the south side of the mouse. I'm not sure what I was expecting. I should know by now not to expect anything. But, I'm an optimist. As I should be. Because you just never know when you are going to look outside your window and see a gorgeous display of fireworks.