Originally Posted Tuesday, December 31, 2013
New Year's Eve. This is not a hallmark of which I am particularly fond. It doesn't seem to correlate with anything. It is not the longest or shortest day nor even a day of equal light or dark. It is like throwing darts at a board. Thunk. OK. Call it New Year. Janus-ary.
"Let's stay up late and get drunk."
"I do that all the time."
"But everyone is going to be celebrating together."
All the more reason.
The sky is gray, the leaves are still. Eerily, not a bird or squirrel is stirring. The cat has not moved since I got up, not even when I put the food into her bowl. Dead silence. It makes me wonder.
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