From Above
Pinpointed stars faded away in the bright splash of fireworks through cities and towns throughout the globe. The wide river running through the city glittered yellow’s, red’s, pink’s and all shades of the rainbow to push and burn off grey tendrils of fog trying to obscure the celebrations. Windows shuddered with each bloom of colour in the sky. From her tenth floor balcony, Alicia watched the happy crowd dance and sing into the town square. Sharing the fun and excitement from a distance, she leaned on her crutches, picked up her wine glass of bubbly ginger-ale and raised a toast to the New Year. Alicia knew her hope for 2017 was all about her. She just wanted her leg to heal, to run track again and to join the next party.
“Hope ~ smiles from the threshold of the year to come,
Whispering ‘it will be happier’……”
~ Alfred Tennyson
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