I stood outside. I didn't bother with shoes. I could feel the ground under my feet, wet and cold, but solid. I bounce on my tiptoes, and feel the texture of it.
Wind is blowing. It sounds like the whole world breathing, and the shadows sway as it blows. I shiver a bit. I am awake.
I see sparks of color in the distance, the boom of fireworks beyond the trees. I don't have to share it with anyone.
Bounce. Shiver. Breathe. Wooden wind-chimes in the distance, stars in the dark blue above.
And I wouldn't want it any other way.
Happy new years, everyone!
