Half past eleven on the 31st of December.
Raving crowds and coloured lights are all that they'd remember.
I stopped making new year resolutions two years ago. Not because I stopped believing in them. But because I was still working on my older ones. The ultimate 'life- plan' was still underway, time management for me was still a bummer, and I hadn't yet sorted out my priorities quite well.
It'd been a while since I'd spoken to the diary. Every year the first pages spoke highly of my resolve. The two years saw no new diary and with it no new resolutions. In the last half hour of the year, I still found no reason to make one.
There in the midnight chill and the lights flashing in rhythm, I sat apart from the crowd. But not alone.
