Twas the night before New Year’s and all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
We partied from sundown to mid-evening only — by 9:30pm we were crumpled in an anti-climactic heap on the sofa at home. Somehow we managed to prop our eyelids open until midnight, when the firework roar nestled in our ears like the drumming of a monsoon downpour. The soundstorm thumped long and hard on the strip of skylight lining the bedroom; it rattled through the single-layer glass and wrapped itself
all ambient around the pillow where my head lay. It was delicious white noise.
Tonight we’re dining on donuts and the bubbly dregs, leaning face-first into the silence that inflated like an airbag this morning to protect us from whiplash. It’s delicious, too.
Now that’s how you ring in New Years.
Without very much ado, I’m afraid! :) I’m sorry you missed an Amsterdam New Year’s Eve, though…it is INSANE. Think bonfires, wailing sirens, smoke…the streets are red with firecracker wrappers the next morning.
You reminded me of one of my favorite books: “White Noise” by Don DeLillo. Happy 2013!
A lovely picture too! A great post & happy 2013! :)
A happy 2013 to you, Sophie!