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.