And in with the new. For the second year in a row, my sister and I sent up a Chinese lantern. They are big paper balloons with a paraffin disk that is lit. The paraffin burns, and the heat makes the balloon rise. I think it’s called physics.
It was about 9 PM on New Year’s Adam (Adam came before Eve). The temperature was 7 degrees F. Yes. That’s 7. Anne wore her gray CuddlDuds, SmartWool socks, and Bogs. I wore my thermal red p.j.’s sprinkled with white and silver stars (Christmas type/long underwear-style jammies), and Anne’s Fargo boots complete with fur tops. We both wore our knee-length puffer coats, mine good to -3.
Anne lit the disk. I took the blurry and inadequate photos. Into the clear, country-black starry, starry night, we watched the balloon drift far to the east, rise, and we let go of 2014.
Then we welcomed all the possiblitites of the new year; happiness, prosperity, good health, faith, family, and love. The best of 2015 to you.