|A white disc crossing the night sky|
|A red ball in the night sky|
Somebody is cleaning up. I mean financially not environmentally.
We make fine talk of the benefits of clean and pure air and then almost before the political ink is dry on the famous paper for a cleaner future we pollute the air and consequently our lungs with dirt and smoke, the resultant debris from a worldwide extravaganza of pyrotechnic explosions.
I went outdoors and saw the usual fireworks exploding above me, their noise and glare reminiscent of the bombs and missiles seen on the TV news whenever a new war gets underway, and I wondered what this New Year's firework racket was really all about. I decided it was all about money.
One type of firework, if I may use that bland term when referring to battery powered multi shot boxed tubes with names like Hell's Teeth, filled the sky with silvery whistling and dancing space aliens.
Midnight bells valiantly trying to "ring out the old and ring in the new" in the nearby belfry were overwhelmed by the 21st century's newest Chinese thunderbolts.
This morning my throat rasped like that of a full strength cigarette addict and my tender ears ached for a day of silence.
May it go well with you all in 2016.