Those frozen moments before midnight

were stunning, the fireworks making the

newly fallen snow blush shades of pink and even

(sometimes) a frostbitten blue.

It was so cold that it hurt to breathe and

I could feel a headache blooming when my lungs refilled.

But the stars were beautiful pinpricks of light in the

moonless void of sky and although

no one stood beside me, I felt like speaking.

"Hello," I whispered to the icicles and giggled

when they respond by twinkling.

In those seconds before midnight

as I silently serenaded the darkness and

spoke with the frost, I felt as if I was living

in a dream. It was only when I heard the cheers and

cries of happy New Year that I remembered to

make my wish that I might never awaken.