So, this is the New Year.
It's just gone midnight and the fireworks sound like warfare or the apocalypse.
My mother lit a paper lantern and we watched it sail away until it disappeared and all we were left with were shotgun-fire noise and sky rending flashes of light leaving smoke that looked like clouds.
It's 2008. Heralded the same way every year is. Let's just hope the year itself is a little better than the last.
My mother lit a paper lantern and we watched it sail away until it disappeared and all we were left with were shotgun-fire noise and sky rending flashes of light leaving smoke that looked like clouds.
It's 2008. Heralded the same way every year is. Let's just hope the year itself is a little better than the last.