Fourth of July

Sitting at lee's computer, with the curtains parted. Outside, what sounds like static, low sparkly fireworks, and the loud pops that sound like gun shots. It's a quiet fourth of july.
Tomorrow, I'm going to go to Irvine with my sister. After living together for 23 years, my sister is leaving. She says it's temporary but still, it's going to be strange, so quiet around the house.

It's getting chilly again--it never gets truly summery over here. Sometimes, I miss sweating in the noon day sun.
From here I can see the bay, it's blue and grey, just a tinge of pale rose. Right now, I'm eating eggs with runny yolk that Lee made.

It's a strange thing I'm feeling right now, a strange mix of calm happiness and a vague sense of loss. And somewhere across the bay, purple, green, red and gold fireworks fizzle and spark.