She waits; face painted and eyes aglow. The hand of the clock moves closer to the next year, a new year. She’s gathered her apparel, adorned her jewels, and is ready to fly over the merriment. For only tonight does she live outside the minds of those who call to her, only tonight.
“Five!” Someone shouts from beyond.
“Four!” The group gets louder, she spreads her wings.
“Three!” They scream now with raised glasses.
“Two!” She hovers, breath caught.
“One!” She takes to the air as a song breaks out. Below her the humans laugh, kiss.
No one notices her vestige, no one sees her garb. Yet they feel her presence. One man twirls his partner, a lady with a wide smile, and proclaims wildly that he will turn a new leaf. A woman grabs her friend’s hand, pulls the smaller frame into a hug and resolves to laugh more. Another man gets down on one knee with a diamond, another woman throws out her pack of cigarettes….
She flies, for sixty seconds and then she disappears.