Above all, silence and gratitude.
January 1st, 2012 § Leave a Comment
From the Point of View of the Google’s GeoEye-1 Satellite {as it zooms in on an unnamed neighborhood in Hyde Park}–
People are counting down to the first second of the new year, and no shots are being fired blindly in the dark.
10, 9, 8
No children clutch sparklers, no brilliant golden showers adorn the skies like fleeting weeping willows. There is no ear-piercing ratatatatat of the Judas belt, and the air smells of dead leaves, not gunpowder.
7, 6, 5
Inside houses, champagne glasses are ready to be clinked in unison, auld acquaintances have found the perfect excuse (i.e. New Year drunkenness) to make out with each other, and fists are being pumped in the air to the beat of Super Bass.
4, 3, 2
One of these houses is empty, save for a pajama-clad, messy haired girl drinking a bottle of oatmeal stout, bundled up in a quilt on the couch. She is– to quote a phrase her father once used to describe her after he tucked her in bed– snug as a bug in a rug. Her toes are toasty and she is gloriously, shamelessly tipsy.
Do not judge her reclusiveness, her seeming misanthropy. If you could read her thoughts, Dear Google Satellite, you would hear these words, brimming with gratitude:
this is how it should be.
this is exactly how it should be.
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