New Year’s Eve

from 12.31.17

The heavy eyelids of the sun are closing one final time upon the year. The trees, watchmen of a thousand seasons, are whispering their auld lang synes. Time, smiling amusedly, watches the lights of celebration, wandering what she would wear if she were invited to a New Year’s party. Would she attend in her eternal robes, or would she don a brilliant new gown just to satisfy those who believe she changes with the clock?

The memories of the year begin knocking like party guests, welcome or not, and we let them in because they have made us who we are this very night. Music curls like golden ribbons through the crowds, echoing off glistening glasses and weaving everyone into its magic web. Some people are celebrating the end of a difficult year; some are celebrating the the start of something brand new. Some are not celebrating at all, and that is okay.

Tomorrow, we will all be ushered to the edge of a wide open field and faced with a single question: what do you see? Everyone will hold his breath as the first person is called and he parts his lips to answer. If my name is the one called, this is what I will say: I see a beginning, an opportunity for restoration, for change, for peace. A chance to be redeemed to our original purpose. To be reborn.

So tonight, let us be merry. Outside, the trees are dancing in the light of the moon, their deepest roots drunk on the elixir of spring.