The vivid memory of the fourth of July spent under dark Arizona skies never leaves me. I sat on the solid Diamondbacks baseball diamond waiting patiently for the show to start. With each eager breath I took, the sweltering hot air seemed to wrap around my lungs and nearly suffocate me. I was still working on getting used to hundred degree weather at the ending stages of the night. As I anxiously sat there in my fiancés arms, all I could think about was how much beauty was going to fill and all too quickly leave the Arizona skies.
             Boom! That was all I heard as the sky lit up in dazzling pinks, purples, and greens. Matt pulled me closer as if to shadow me from everything bad in the world. A smile lit my face as I stared up at the newly finger-painted sky. I sat there in awe, arguing about which blast of color I liked the most. The winners always had a sparkle of pink shining through. I was completely lost in all the colors, wondering what life would be like being the one thing that turned dullness into such exquisite beauty. My dreams were interrupted every other second by the loud booms each new sparkle brought. My body would tense, as if being unknowingly grabbed from behind, only to end with a peaceful rush as I watched the last minute of life disappear into the night.
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