Angels Fly

So I am wandering through the deaf-causing firecrackers on my bike. In the past years I spent more new year's Eves on a travelling vehicle than in a family home. I've been used to the scene from a midnight train on a northern rural terrains, where endless darkness occupied the window except occasional simple fireworks rising in distance. Everything looks so surreal when you don't take yourself too serious.

They say angels can fly because they take themselves lightly.