Grilled Dispatch

Salute!

            Let's step out back & piece it together now, write-off the din & blow through this journey to where you & I have hardly returned from, loosely headed into post-independence to root around the afterglow for indefinite supplies just because:

1. we'd recently run out of fantasized options, like many occasionally do during any of those extended holiday weekends, but hate getting mixed-up in the dated sundry festive manias &:

2. even while putting the exacted provisions away at home afterwards, recall a few stray staples we forgot to secure — a general oversight all of us innocently carry out.

So, there we are now, independently imagined as then from this backyard deck. Here we go:

            Having accomplished both of those failed foraging goals, we fictitiously sit, presently free to recollect with a summer refreshment & predate this timely post concerning the about-to-be said excursion we’ll proceed to undertake as one, precluding we forget more significant events which occurred later, after a scheduled aerial celebration splayed upon the night before — which we didn’t see, by the way — burned out, because we’d already observed grander spectacles bursting within our own backyard midway into that very evening: launched with sparks spit from a stoic grill chimney & spread to a close with a crescendo finale pageant of fireflies flickering their reminder that time is so short: blaze ‘em while you’ve still got ‘em.

So, hell yeah, we can collectively remain that Nature is the divine reward for enduring human nature. Let's cheer to that & recount our upcoming outing: