I went to the Phoenixville Firebird Festival last night to watch the big wooden phoenix they construct every year to set aflame. Phoenixville is a small town northwest of Philadelphia, and the tradition of the phoenix is a kind of allegory for the town. After many years of deterioration since the closing of Phoenix Iron and Steel in the early 1980's, Phoenixville is experiencing a cultural revitalization - like the phoenix rising from the ashes.
It was a super cold night. I couldn't feel my toes after awhile, but it was great standing out there feeling the heat from that huge bonfire on my face and seeing two shooting stars in the brilliantly clear night sky next to the stark white full moon.