On the road, en route to 2017 in a staring contest with 2016’s last sunset.
Cosmic bodies will keep moving in circles, defining our days and nights, leaving skyscapes to lose our breaths over, and then all too soon gone.
Cosmic, to be on the road as the sun sets on this year, the daylight disappearing on the horizon;
and just like that, you breathe all the bumps of the road away and all you remember are the streaks of light burning the sky into dusk, into night, and for a brief moment everything is beautiful again,
You believe everything will be right by daybreak again,
You feel ready to stare into a new dawn again.
Happy new year, folks.