Glistening glasses of champagne bubbles.
Sparkling about.
Cardboard golden paper hats.
Flimsy and whimsical.
Noisemakers and tinny hollow sounds.
French Silk pie from Baker’s Square.
Shrimp and sushi as friends and family embrace.
Meaningless or mindful traditions?
Crowds packed in frigid weather just to see the crystal fall.
Another year passing.
The culmination of good and evil.
Wicked smiles and joyful grins.
Streamers floating about.
Littering the streets.
People pounding on stainless steel.
For what?! What does it mean?!
Another year wiser? Another year of uncertainty?
Children’s delightful laughter.
Prancing about.
Couples sharing a romantic kiss.
Others alone in an empty house.
A time for vows and resolutions.
To be fought. To be gained.
Auld Lang Syne.
Memories fleeting by…
On long cold cobblestone streets.
And clock towers.
Ringing the chimes.
A celebration of one’s passing.
And one’s beginning.
A new start.
A fresh awakening.
A pouncing of the old ways.
Lessen the stagnancy of tomorrows.
Lost letters,
Unreturned correspondences,
Broken promises.
No longer!
New caresses.
Lighter steps.
A welcome glance and dance to the day.
A scattering and smattering of one’s thoughts and one’s dreams.
Upon the concrete walks of the morrow.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind….
( a re-posting...Happy New Year...Lorely)
