New year’s eve has always been the one night that everyone waits for to whip out their big crazy guns. You’d wake in the morning sleeping next to a girl, unknown to you, accompanied by a nasty hang over from another tepid party. the only good thing about it all is that you can blame it on New year’s eve.
Thirteen years ago new year’s eve was the one day we were allowed not to sleep. i’d be barefoot outside all day running in the dust of the african earth, not because we lived in a remote area- the lawn just didnt do so well! I’d wait for nightfall for some change. maybe the stars would turn red or better yet at exactly midnight there’d some sort of lazer scan from the creator himself, much like a barcode scanner, than runs over the face of the earth to account for each of his creations.
i could still run with these theologies today and get away with it, it is after all New year’s eve!
But tonight, 13years later, i sit on my couch looking out at the sky, my drink in hand. there are no stars in the sky- i guess i can’t look to them for the new year signal, the clouds blanket over the african sky, lightning flashing occasionaly luminating beauty of the african darkness and showing the crystal raindrops seemingly cleaning the earth towards the new phase. i guess this is the sign i been looking for?
perhaps.
if not, blame it on the New year:)
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