the new year

I have never cared much for New Year's Eve. New Year's Eve, is old red and green, wrapped up in silver and gold, purple and orange. New Year's Eve, is loud, mediocre bands playing bad music. It's fireworks, party horns, phony laughter and the anticipation of a quick empty moment when people you don't know, or know, but don't really like, want to hug you too close for comfort. New Year's Eve, is empty champagne bottles, bleary eyes, crushed party hats, popped balloons, bad breath and the end of something vague.

Give me January! Any year will do. January is blue and white; clean and new. January is full of promises and warm hugs, wrapped up in best friends' well wishes for the future. January is a year full of blank calendar days waiting for new beginnings, fresh starts, and more chances to get it right this time. January is unspent. It's a shiny coin to put in your pocket. It's a blossom waiting for the sun to open it up and slowly release it's sweet fragrance into the crisp, clear, blue sky.