It is now 7 minutes before 2010. I had been asleep when I coughed and then was suddenly awake. While I cannot see the blue moon through the haze of clouds outside my bedroom window, I can see that the world out there is misted in the most amazing white.
Fog hangs like spider webs heavy in the air.
Does this mean 2010 will come in like the lamb? Does this mean the year will be shrouded in mystery? Or is this New Year just being shy because it carries so much new purpose?
I open the door and strain to hear the sounds of the night. All sounds are baffled by the heavy fog. This is a quiet celebration.
There, the clock has just turned and I now hear the very distant sound of fireworks. Someone must welcome the New Year loudly.
I just tell the young girl to make herself at home, and maybe I will return to bed.