They sat side by side on their lawn chairs, silent, waiting for the fireworks to begin. The hill was covered with blankets with families who brought picnic baskets and games for the children. The children ran up and down the hill playing tag or hitting one another with their glow sticks. Music from the 80s blared from a loudspeaker and everywhere the crowd was laughing, singing along with the music, or talking. They did not speak, but sat throughout the evening watching the others. It was a day for traditions, and over the years silence had become a tradition with them.