þriðjudagur, janúar 01, 2008


No bells, no ringing, but the first shouts and buzzes from noisemakers are accompanied by a sudden gust of wind that lashes the first drops of this year's rain against the windows. A few fireworks pop and hiss, and the first siren whines some blocks away. Black tree branches are tossing against the soft-seeming, pinkish gray. They are, modestly, beautiful.

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Badger sagði...

Ah, yes, the first siren. Our ambulance got toned out at two minutes after midnight - two minutes into the new year.

Didn't take them long to get started.

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