Monday, December 31, 2012

Goodbye 2012

When the ball drops.
The year dies.
We remain.
All staring at the start.

10.  Ready.
9.    set.
8.    remember.
7.    reflect.
6.    breathe.
5.    look.
4.    hold.
3.    grin.
2.    live.
1.    go.

boom.  It’s a new year.

In that instant of innocence we all stand silently among the screaming crowds. Eyes up, smile out. We hold our drinks and suspend ourselves in a momentary peace.  A fleeting millisecond of unavoidable joy.  A flash of pure beginning. The freshest breath of the winter.

Nobody ever mourns the passing year.
New ones are just too bright.
Too beautiful.
Too big. 

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