A party's not a party unless it threatens your life...
Huddled together, a million people and I clutched roman candles and danced as we waited for the moment we had all come for. We counted down to midnight, and everyone lit their fireworks. The light from the candles made it nearly as bright as day, the smoke erased the high-rise buildings from the skyline, and the noise was terrifying. As I fumbled with my camera and the ash in my eye, I watched rather helplessly as drifting sparks floated down onto my jacket like falling snowflakes and burned holes through it. When it was all over, we wiped the layer of ash from our heads and shoulders, and dispersed, careful to avoid stepping on any of the stray fireworks that lay on the ground and randomly exploded beneath people's feet.
Happy New Years!
