Through Fresh Eyes

I’ve always loved the Fourth.
In many ways, summer is at its peak when we kick off our shoes,
 park it on a favoite blanket,

and relish in the simple things that make this home.

(Can you see it all through his eyes?)

(Or maybe through his?)

I’ve seen my share of parades, but to watch through their eyes is, well,

Super.

Does it get much better than this?

Or this?

Or this.  Here’s to seeing it all with fresh eyes.
Happy Fourth.
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