They realized it was midnight as chants thrust out of a bar and ticked off the seconds: “5 … 4 … 3 … 2 … 1 … Happy New Year!”
On the sidewalk, they turned to each other, smiled, and kissed. There was no-where else they wanted to be. No bar packed with drunken revelers. No club throbbing with loud music. No living room with everyone staring at the TV to watch a ball drop.
Instead, they had enjoyed a wonderful dinner at a restaurant earlier in the evening. But hailing a cab had been unsuccessful, as filled taxi after taxi passed by their raised arms.
“How about we walk?” he asked, checking to see if she were up for walking the many blocks back to their apartment.
She nodded, and it was done. They made their way through the cold streets charged up with the colorful lights of bars and the laughter glowing from them. Hand in hand, they walked toward their shared destination, sharing the warmth and love through their gloved hands.
Until they stopped to kiss at midnight. Kissed to mark the end of a difficult year for them, and to the hopes of a better new year. A year that would surely hold challenges, but would also have good times and the strength of their bond.
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