It is just after midnight. A new year. Leaning out the window, I notice that the air in the alley smells the same as last year. Looking up into the black sky, the fireworks diminished and the stars blotted blind by the city lights, I realize that this year will not feel real until the earth has finished turning, because somewhere, back where friends and family gather under the afternoon sun, the day has not yet ended and the calendar has yet to roll over.
I’m participating in the River of Stones project in January. Look for a new post each day. Click the badge at left for more details.
Samuel Snoek-Brown 