Difficult choice made easier with time

A memory that plays on the outskirts of my perception was formed on a warm summer night when I was nine or ten years old. I fondly recall the darkness, but do not remember stars. From the roof of my house I was preparing to watch fireworks launched from the tallest local hill. The hill was toward the West and off to the far East a thunderstorm was raging. It was far enough away that the thunder could not be heard, yet the lightning bolts could be seen and the clouds would light up spectacularly on the horizon. I was torn between the two options – watch the blazing and magnificent fireworks show, or gaze in awe at the awesome natural display. I think I finally compromised and watched a little of both. If I were given the option of reliving that night, I would take my new iPod (a gift from my parents for my birthday) and settle in to watch the majesty of the electrical storm. I have an idea for the music I would program for such a night…