Tonight is New Year’s eve, and I am ready to greet it with fire in my blood. Greeting the New Year, for me, has always needed fire. It’s in my blood, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
No, I don’t mean fireworks or firecrackers. Been there, done that, although I still like to watch the sparkling colors of giant fire flowers and listen to the throbbing crescendo of explosions from afar. Neither do I mean alcoholic firewater. Been there, done that, too. Continue reading “We greet the New Year with fire in our blood”