Standing with my back to the new year, the fireworks seem small. The brilliance of each event, every emotion of last year, receding in memory.
Turning to face the new year with it’s expanse of time full of promise, I breathe in a champagne breath. The opportunity to begin again has me intoxicated.
I turn again, exhaling fire, burning anything not worthy of bringing forward on this journey. Embers of memories dance and twist before finding their place with the stars.
Forward, I fall knowing my wings will open and catch the current.