I really love fireworks, even if the dust/fog they create makes me cough.
The anticipation as a yellow comet squeals into the air, then it hangs for a tiny moment, silent and still before blossoming with a loud boom into an explosion outward of one color, often followed by a downward shower of another. Once the streaks of light have dissipated, the sky is left with charcoal scars and I find my mouth hanging slightly open in awe. And I have the joy of knowing I will see it all over again just as amazing only a little different when the next firework is set off.
Over and over again.
Boom. Boom. Boom.