I was on a vast, overcrowded field on New Year’s Eve surrounded by people cheering, enjoying and making the most out of that moment as the fireworks flew into the sky simultaneously like a bullet.  I sniffed the moist agricultural smell just before midnight and before the fireworks started to capture each individual’s attention. The fresh, crisp and sweet smell of the field combined with the smoke of the illuminations create a mysteriously unique aroma.

As soon as the clock hit midnight, massive blasts of fireworks went off constantly. In my view it looked as if each firework was racing each other in a competition, just like how they race in the Olympics, very fiercely.

Undoubtedly the flashes of lightning flooded the land with a charming display and resulted in people gazing at the beauty of the sky. Another essential point to mention, the jet black sky ushered in a forbidding, sombre mood, which combined with the elegance of the illuminations and formulated into a spectacular, splendid sentiment.

At the same time, my fingers turned numb due to the weather being bitterly cold. Likewise, it felt as if every surface, every blade of grass and twig was growing long ice crystals around me.

Despite being out in the intense, icy, igloo-like temperature, it was all worth it as I had the wonderful opportunity to relish the breath-taking, exciting rainbow of colours dancing in the pitch-black sky.  For a moment, I felt as if I were at the cinema, totally on the edge of my seat observing the firecrackers.

The view changed everyone’s mood, spirit and frame of mind because as the bottle rockets were like bundles of concentrated energy exploding with delight, it reflected happiness, joy and contentment. Suddenly dissimilar kinds of dazzling patterns were thrown into the pitch black darkness. Waterfalls of different kinds of colours poured down the sky, such as sage, crimson, indigo, primrose, spessartite orange. They shot into the air wowing, amazing, pleasing and leaving the spectators speechless.

Nevertheless, I would like to point out that the saffron coloured illuminations seemed as if there were real saffron strips in the hopeless, murky, ebony sky; the outlandish saffron coloured fireworks were totally art in the pitch-black sky that night, including the other phenomenal colours.

The bunch of people were cheering as if they were watching a football match, and each person waited for their bottle rocket to rise up to the inky black sky to garnish the dull, dusky and dark night before fading away. Suddenly, a shining star burst into a thousand more, explosion after explosion meant glamorous beauty furnishing the night sky. People around me said ‘is that one not wonderful? That one was incredible! That colour was fabulous!’.

On the whole, as we were rapidly approaching the end of the event the rages faded gradually and I just gazed at the final sentiment as I knew I would never have such an opportunity to watch the fireworks in my life like this.

Would you not like to seize the moment for next year?

Would you not like to experience this exquisite, elegant and exclusive event for next year’s New Year’s Eve? You must observe this delicate splendour view with your own two eyes!

About haringeyunchained

Haringey Unchained is a collective of students aiming to show case the creative talent of Haringey Sixth Form College in Tottenham, London. We think that through the promotion of our creative thoughts, we can educate our community, bringing to the foreground the critical and creative consciousness of a vibrant school in a deprived part of London. We are endeavouring to provide this blog as a platform for our community, giving the space to those whose work otherwise might not be seen or read. Being that the cuffs are off, we are able to express through our photography, art, short fiction and poetry, what’s really on our minds. We are free.

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