Fire in the sky.

Lights explode like new thoughts, curious in my mind. The trepidation surrounding the moment dissipates as the initial sparkle fades into the night and all that's left is the remnant of the colored light. And as the fear fades, and the haze of smoke clears, luck swoops to force the hand that shakes with indecision. After an awkwardness, calm pervades the space between, and the blunted mind does all it can to fumble through a routine so over-thought that it's grown anxious limbs. In the end what matters most lies in the commitment of action and the introduction of something new.