Knowing you knowing me I leave the party down the corridor leaving the glittery disco lights sparkling in a fraction of a second. Ahead the sun; behind the continual babble of human activity carries on without me. I look forward to a new year and millennium as outside a balmy December day with a gentle wind carries on. The clouds drift past overhead overland like trucks in a distant continent carrying campers from foreign shores opening new doors of the imagination. The lights sparkle for oh-so-short a time and then re-ignite and find a shaky brittle surface before going out.
