New Years Eve reflections

New Years Eve, party with the neighbours. Been right here before. Mirrors to the past. Taking stock. And talking to a friend who understands. Tragic loss and all alone. Guilt for surviving and carrying on without them. Her husband. My Kate.

Looking forward to a myriad of futures each clock chime promises. Still back to times past ended.

Cider, confetti cannons, chinese lanterns, curry and wine. C'mon New Year, give it y'best shot.