Like every year, it was a cold, rainy Independence Day morning here.
Like every year, at 8.00 a.m., I heard the drums and the other instruments of at least three school bands.
Like every year, it was my cue to take my position by the gate.
Like every year, I watched as the school kids and the teachers passed by - braving the rain and the puddles, walking in step, shouting patriotic slogans - the drummers and the trumpeters playing something random and ubiquitous!
Like every year, after they were gone, I turned indoors with one picture of the receding parade.
Like every year, I stepped into my home feeling an inexplicable cheer - for, THIS, more than the speeches, the messages, the renditions of patriotic songs,... keeps my patriotic spirits high on August 15th!!