Yesterday I stood by a bridge.
On one side were some “Oh My God!” ’s, “duh!”’s, “Oh really?” ’s, but mostly yada – yada.
On the other, splendid fireworks made arcs in the velvet sky.
Twinkling lights beckoned.
A breeze danced; soft, lemon-scented.
And you know, and I know;
that on the other side too it will mostly be yada-yada and some sighs peppered with "Oh My God!” ’s, “duh!”’s, “Oh really?” ’s.
Yet I can’t but help get terribly excited at a *drumroll* NEW YEAR!
I spent the last day of the year writing a stoooopid essay.
At work, at my desk.
(Was called in- which only goes to show one NEVER quite knows what’s next around the corner.)
Keywords: Iran, NPT, nuclear power
Not that I give a damn.
A few minutes to midnight, voila, Cinderella!
Change the calendar now!
C’mon, call and wake everybody up- uncles, aunts, cousins.
That choc mousse was delightful.
To put new names to an old map is a strange feeling.