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Happy New Year: An Imaginary Overtone

Happy New Year: An Imaginary Overtone
In Humor

Disclaimer: Modifications have been performed to the dates in this story to protect the innocent. The names of the mythological creatures have been doctored as well.

The day, December 21st, 1989. A chilly morning with hints of pink tickle and a dash of bowl over in the air. A peace train’s horn blowing in the distance for all to hear crossing every interchange. Shades of earth tones fill the windows as organic wallpaper. A hangover quickly dissipates as nodes of fresh air fragrate the current car and seep into the nasal passages. This day shall soon be referred to as the beginning of a New Year.

The next setting being that of a pseudo coffee house effect. A coffee house with a nice half-square couch to which a lounge was required. This was unlike any other caffeine shop that I’d attended. This one had an open roof to which you could see the clouds form patterns and the stars played a story. With the roof open, it soon became a butterfly conservatory. Each butterfly was built in a different pastel color, soft and easy on the eyes. Though each of these creatures were different in color, together they became an individual unit.

Now Folks, there is where it got fancy with mental numbness. The colors, the unit, & the setting soon became a complete element in the formation of a pixie. This literary faerie spoke of different worlds and initiated fireworks. The words she spoke were that of wonder and grace. Every corner of my mind began to wrap around every syllable spoken from the lips of a light pink shade. The intensity of the two halves that formed a whole, in that single moment, created combustion reminiscent of the fireworks plowing into the skies. If only for a moment, seeming like an eternity, the world was at peace while standing still.

And it was so, a new year began. In my mind at least. I wonder why can’t we, as humans, decide for ourselves when “our” New Year may start. Why must we go on some prefabricated plan from Zeus. Who is to say that Aphrodite cannot decide or be an influence in our decision to begin now? What about Ashtart or even Venus? I’m not sure that in the proverbial Monopoly game of life that I’m going to allow Zeus to decide anymore. I’ve created my own New Year and it begins now. You decide when your’s shall transpire.

Morning has broken. A new year has begun. Should your’s commence on your own…
I bid a contented one to you and yours.

PV