a good sign, my love

for the first time in many years, i wasn't down when the clock rang twelve times, heralding a new year. not that anything changes - in the end, it's a day like any other. but this time i had a reason to celebrate. i don't care if happyness is a temporary state of mind, heart and soul. i was happy before the midnight. i was happy at midnight. i'm still happy - which, in every way, it's a good sign for tomorrow.