Early on Jan 1st, the streets rest empty, sleeping off everything and anything they experienced over the year. Carefully I step in silence, leaving the stones and structures to slumber softly under a cuddly blanket of fog. With the world below all cuddled in, I took to the hills to see the new day shine on the earth from outer space. My favorite star rises to greet me, and a murder of crows. We perched, creating a mixture of caws, hoarse grating coos, rattles, and clicks. The randomness of the sounds did manage to find themselves arranged into a song quality of the best symphony. High on our perch, we enjoyed the sun for a couple of hours. Finally, the church bells tolled. A clear sign the village awoke to begin their next year. We all knew it was time to say goodbye until next year when we can again be the only living things stirring, if only for a short moment.
Observations from a journey:
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