Sunday Childhood Memory - Anthem & Fire

The sun is setting.  The American national anthem starts playing.  The Polynesians come running out into the gardens.  They have torches and are lighting lanterns along the paths.  I am amazed by the colours, the sound, the mystic, the tradition, the beauty of the fire.

The sounds diminish.  Darkness falls and the paths of the garden are now transformed.  Eerie.  Mysterious.  Long, flickering shadows against a yellow glow.  I can hear the distant waves crashing on Waikiki Beach.

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