A soft mist of rain is failing outside and an occasional gust of wind will set it swirling in different directions like light snow. This beautiful event was foretold last night by a giant halo around the moon-once believed to be a magic spell, but since explained away by a pesky, local weatherman as refracted light in ice crystals. No matter, I'll think of it as whatever I please.
My city is still asleep this first day of the new year. It came in quietly for us. The daughter, her boyfriend and I, watched a National Geographic special "Is It Real?" up until the last five minutes, then switched over to see the ball drop. I passed the sparkling apple cider around to toast and we all went outside to watch fireworks. The boyfriend and my husband eventually joined the fraternal order of blowing things up. We of the gentler sex sat at a safe distance on the stone wall and oooo-ed and ahhh-ed at the appropriate times.
The prescribed meal of beef, cabbage, black-eyed peas, and cornbread is almost ready in the kitchen, where windows are fogged up and the cat paces back and forth, curious of all the scents wafting through. There are calls to make and wishes to send, and after everyone is full and resting I'll sit in my favorite chair with a throw and enter special dates in a 2007 book of days.
Happy New Year, all.
1:11 p.m. - 2007-01-01
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