But anyway, I enjoy the last days of the year. It feels somehow magical; like listening to bolero and waiting for the drumbeats to begin.
These days (especially now that there's no snow) seem so dull and gray and boring and ordinary, but the magic of Christmas still lingers on. As if everything, everything around me would have sprinkles of glitter.
And new year, wow. It feels like it washes us from the dust of yesteryear, and we get to start the new year clean.