The New Year by noelle janae

    The light’s blaze all around me and yet everything seems lighter than it was three hours earlier. I look up towards the sky and realize that it is actually night to my surprise. It fascinates me how the place can be so bright yet outside of it is so dark. The place smells of body odor, sewage, alcohol, and food. I walk down the street towards the center of the location. I glance around at the buildings, as I walk past in awe. It is only my second time here, but it still takes my breath away. I realize how tiny I am in the grand scheme of life. I realized that this was my home away from home. I continue walking down the crowded street towards my intended destination. People come here from all over the country for this one night. This night will change everything, or at least that’s the mindset people seem to have. I continue walking through the mass of people trying to get too my destination.

    Once I reach my intended destination I sit down at a little table right next to a food truck. I look around at all of the people. I realize that I have a perfect view of the spectacle at the top of the tower and the people on the ground. There are so many people, and all of them are different. I see Hispanic people dressed up in Frozen costumes and a couple of Trump impersonators. They all want people to take pictures with them for money. I look up again at the different billboard’s. I see one for the new Shawn Mendes album. I notice some for different musicals and movies. I see the three story Forever 21, the three story Urban Outfitters’, the LINE Friends store, and many more. I see the St. James theatre where one of my favorite musical is playing. I take one more look at the people. This place is really a melting pot of people. I take out my phone and look at it as the fireworks begin. January 1, 2019, 12:00 am. I look up to see the ball at the bottom of the pole. Happy New Year.