Her soul was both tired and hope shimmering.
To so many others the day, this day, was the end much and the begin even more.
She had already ended much and began even more.
What does the actual day matter.
It was already time passed in one place...in many places.
That secret,
Every second started a new year, he reminded.
Every second held promise of a new day.
We are so lucky to get the quickly repeated opportunity.
The laughter,
The folly,
The connection,
She put her hand on his cheek softly,
And with quick glance stole the appropriate celebration kiss.
Her breath caught a little in surprise,
He took her, and soul windows connected,
Not just windows, but windows and mirrors,
The second kiss, longer over the milliseconds,
The second kiss of many years starting and many years to come.
She wondered if she would ever run fast enough then...
To catch her breath back.
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