6:09 p.m. - 2005-12-31
Dick Clark: somehow alive
New Year's Eve! Auld Lang Syne! Party hats and little plastic horns and paper tubes that are all rolled up but straighten out with the pressure of air! Dancing! Merriment! Staying out late!
Remembering. Reflecting.
Ruminating: Time: Where does it go?
AND WHAT NEXT, Internet Diary, WHAT NEXT?
Who can say, but there is much anticipation.
Welcoming the new year as though it were a mysterious houseguest, visiting from abroad. A houseguest that becomes an inextricable part of your daily routine, coloring your impressions, but impermanently.
Soon enough this houseguest of a new year will be gone, too, and so the cycle continues.
Resolutions? A few.
Things that weren't done this year that should have been. Faith in the possibility of change.
And, yes: hope.
NEXT: Next year!
