The air stinks of cheap fireworks.
So many cheap fireworks have been going off all night that some people must have spent a small fortune.
Lights have a strange circular hue around them from all the smoke in the air.
I walked around to shake this bird off my mind, but instead I realized that I light everything good on fire by being me.
Note from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle Finder: I love this image by Ravenelle – it captures everything the Providence Poet says. Including the part about “the bird” (both literally and figuratively).