So long sweet summer.

Explosions in the sky, and the past year is transfixed in only memory and words
the year I learnt, lost and loved. The year that has become last year,
taking the place of the previous. Like an adventure, I'll breathe in zero-eight,
waiting for the next cue to start living and stop existing in the nude earth with the gummybabies.
New year's was spent at Collyer Quay amongst thousands of photographers with their
tripods, DSLRs and these neon lights which reminded me techno.
When 12 arrived, the sky was lit up with dazzles of sparkling fireworks against the city skyline
The city metamorphosed as the minutes passed, quietly offering a kaleidescope of spectacular
sight after spectacular sight. The fire in the sky turned the ivory towers, white in the day, flaming red,
bloodying the mundane workman's architecture. But as the sparks fell, letting the sulphuric smoke
settle on the surroundings, the city turned back into it's strange blue, like ancient Atlantis.
My new year's was breathtaking. Happy hoots everyone.