. . . there is a saying about leaving on a high note, and leaving this year will certainly be that — november and december were wild and wondrous times, with moving houses and cities several times, reacquainting with friends and family in far-off places, and moments so beautiful . . .
. . . even before the clock strikes midnight, already a nostalgia for the year we leave behind, {although suppose it is always that way with good-byes} . . . and yet, few things are lovelier than the overwhelming excitement and perfect anticipation for the days and months that lay ahead . . .
. . . at this moment, red lipstick and a long sweep of silk taffeta, and excitement uncontained for a...
