Enclosed From the Celebration

'Twas the very night of New Year's Day. I sat in my living room couch and awaited the approach of January 1, 2010. I was anxious, but not as much as I thought I would be. Outside the comfort of my home, children popped firecrackers and shrieked as it sparked. Sadly, I could not take any part in this for I do not celebrate any holidays. I did nothing special for this day. All night, I listened to the noise, similar to a bomb, that shocked me several times. Each time, our appliances and furniture shook rapidly. The stink bomb polluted the air and covered the sky with a gray and smoky substance. It was hard to see what was in the distance. I glanced at the time twice. Finally, the final hour had arrived. I grabbed my camera and captured the last of what was known as 2009. Within minutes, the hour hand stroke. The celebration that took place outside had increased. It was a memorable day and if I wanted to, I would be able to recapture this seemingly small memory through my camera. The fireworks faded away as we proceeded further into 2010. The people that I like to call 'celebrators,' popped the last of them. They hesitantly made their way into their homes. A gush of wind slowly cleared the smoked sky. The 'sound of celebration' subsided, until all has been calmed and quieted. It seemed as though 2009 passed by within a blink of an eye. All those good memories that would be remembered of in the future has gone. I was saddened, but glad at the same time. I told myself that I can now experience newer things this new year. I can't wait for what 2010 has stored for me. :)