THE RESET

New Years Eve... such a magical night. The streets are cold and wet. The holiday lights decorate the downtown buildings and reflect on the pavement, as the last of the Christmas snow melts on the ground into slushy puddles you must avoid. The cold wind blows right through your sheer cranberry colored tights making you clutch tighter to your faux fur coat... a coat only to be worn on such a magical night. Drunken patrons pass by you in their party best, little black dresses, long elegant gowns, red lipstick, party hats, blazers, and high heels. Salute! Oh, New Years Eve! Bubbly champagne in tall flutes. A night so magical that any mistakes, any hurt, any burdens... are erased at the stroke of midnight. When you wake tomorrow... or "later this morning" in last nights make- up, last nights party dress, and next to the one(s) you love...you get a brand new start... a brand new year. Every night is New Years Eve.

Bonne annee. Buon Anno. Happy New Years