The Romans had a god, Janus, who had two faces. One looked forward, and the other peered behind into the past. Sometimes, the forward face is depicted as a youth, and the backward one as an old man. The god of doorways and gates, and of beginnings and endings, it is from his name that the word janitor is derived; and of course the month of January, in which we celebrate the new year.
Not much has changed. Many spend the evening of December 31st reflecting upon the year past, and resolving to make the next year better. The last two years, I resolved to keep on going. It's all I could really ask of myself, I guess. But I'm past that now.
I spent the last two New Years' alone. But tonight I was with friends, laughing and having the best time I've had in, well, ages. It's a shame some of us have to work a 6 AM shift and had to break it up so early. I hope so much that this year will be different.
The new year is fresh, still in its first hour. There's been no disasters to marr it.
But for the time being, I can enjoy the sparkling cleanness.