Than the genuine happiness
By the distant glimpse
Of a beautiful thing.
Saw the fireworks in Sydney up close and personal again and they reminded me of my grandmother. She used to get such happiness out of seeing the fireworks, completely missing the fact that our suburban home was just within distant vision of the fireworks... she was always so happy having seen them and we, her grandchildren, thought this was what it meant to' see the fireworks.'
I don't know. You need to hear the boom. You need to see the colour exploding all around you. You need to smell of the burn in the air. You need to be closer to beautiful things.
She was happy with her distant glimpse. I think that's a bit sad.