Ah, Which way did she go?
Still recovering from New Years Eve.
I learned something from New Years Eve 2010/2011. I cannot drink like I used to. Well actually, now that I think of it, I never could drink like I used to - and yes, that makes no sense (Ron Burgundy-ism).
Things I recall about bringing in the new year... riding in a cab, talking to strangers from San Diego, making new friends (lovely people), rambling through a strange house in search of bottled water, strolling to the beach, staring out to the sea and watching a friend brave the cold, waveless ocean (how very polar bear club). Seeing a pelican as big as a Pongo dive for fish, morning sun feels good on my face, finding a round, speckled stone and putting it in my pocket, cool, wet sand on my bare feet, men disassembling a Christmas tree, Redbull tastes sweet.
Thinking about 2010 and all that occurred, about all who came and all who went and all who came and went. Hoping that those I love will always come again.
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