Monday, December 31, 2007

You've seen one ball...you've seen them all.

At least that's how I feel about the ball dropping in Times Square.

I sometimes think my relationship to New Year's Eve must be how non-Christians relate to Christmas in our culture. Everyone else is at a party that I have no interest in attending. Sounds terrible doesn't it?

I wouldn't mind standing on a sandy cliff overlooking Longnook Beach at the stroke of midnight. The crashing waves and pull of high tide in the frosty moonlight would wash away any trivial thoughts of mankind out there counting the minutes that take us from one year to the next.

Maybe something beautiful will happen this year. Some wonderful miracle that will end suffering somewhere on the planet - - anywhere.

I propose a toast to the possibility of miracles for 2008.

Cheers!

4 comments:

von Krankipantzen said...

Cheers to you! All the best for 2008!

ellesu said...

I lift my glass to your toast. I still believe in miracles.

Happy New Year, evi, to you and yours.

Deb said...

I second your thought.

And yeah, one ball, another ball. Same. Same. Same.

Anonymous said...

I have hope for 2008, too! every year one has to hope.

--writermama