The eve before New Year’s Eve

Went back to The Shires for a holiday get-together with Kathryn and Terry. I’d been so many times to this place, I joked with the hostess that we were trying to become regulars.

The last part of a year sometimes feels like a flip book with pages whizzing by. When you get to the very end they slow in some liminal regard. A little bubble of celebration lingering at the surface before it pops and escapes into the atmosphere.