New Year With each new year we celebrate and cheer. Orange swirls, red dots, yellow explosions light up the dark but what is it for? Another year that is over or a new one about to begin? Do we celebrate in hope or in fear? As we sit atop the cliff of a year we see a sheer drop and below an unseen ocean that smiles with a leer for beneath, sharp rocks may lurk or a tide unforgiving preparing to smash us, pummelled to the sandy floor. But when the morning breaks, the drop may not be so tall and with curiosity we may fall into a still blue that may call us in to its depths, ready to explore. Rocketing to the sky, colours explode into a million impermanent stars lighting up the dark for brief, beautiful moments. Gasps pour from the onlookers, their chins dropped, mouths wide. 5, 4, 3 ... The ball drops in New York, the Eye explodes in London, The Opera House in Australia, the World falls and explodes into celebration. ... 2, 1 Is this a beginning or an ending?