Cars passed as he biked halfway over the train bridge. Fireworks exploded pink and green. No one saw him put the kickstand down and leap.
Appreciate how the title brings this one together. I first thought of the U.S. full-time workday, eight hours plus one for lunch. The reference to the date came a little more slowly. So in my head it’s all tied up. One day per year of fireworks wasn’t enough to break the tedium for this guy. He needed something visually smaller, personally bigger.