by Dick MacIt's Winter in New York. On the first day of the tenth year of the first decade of the third millenium the temperature is 36F, it's a little damp, and the city is quiet at eight in the morning.
It's been cold and snowy lately, rather lovely, Winter weather - the way it's supposed to be. The weather seems right with the world these days.
Last night I watched the scripted and choreographed events in Times Square unfold on television. A soldier in uniform waltzed with a bleach-blond to strains of John Lennon's "Imagine" - and it seemed so right.
Last night the cloud cover was very low, blocking-out most of the fireworks. We stood on the roof wrapped in coats and blankets, with a panoramic view of colorful explosions from Brooklyn, Long Island, Staten Island, and New Jersey. The sky would glow, and it seemed so right, even with the details obscured. It was lovely. Nobody cried or complained.
Mayors, governors, and the President will give speeches and wish us well today. They will espouse hope for the new year and congratulate us for our successes and perserverence in the year just ended. Most of us will ignore them, but those who pay attention will be encouraged, and they will feel better about their little piece of the world.
Today is a new day, and it is the only day we've got.
Let's enjoy it!
Happy New Year!
The Pogues & Kirsty McColl - Fairytale Of New York (Xmas Song)
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