Last night was an interesting night, I closed my eyes and tried to turn back time to go over what had happened and trying to decipher it where was the starting point?  Have you ever looked back and tried to go back to that one moment, that one moment you knew maybe changed your path or could just maybe just rattled it a little bit and you just are not sure yet.

I was not surprised by the image of the reflection in the mirror.  “My eyes”, I whispered to myself.  “So tired, worn,” I looked closely and saw sparks of joy and glimpse of an inner peace that I had almost forgotten but was certainly quietly grateful to see them there.  ”Cheers,” I heard around me and the sound of glass hitting glass almost brought me back to what is around me, almost. 

New Year’s Eve is a beautiful night, just like any other, but also different like any other.  “Everyday is special, you decide how special you make it.” a soft whisper in my head and the tenderness and gentleness was mesmerizing in the voice.  “Look at me”,  I frowned in surprise and glanced one last glance in the mirror and  ”Oh, I’m sorry, let me get out of your way.”  “Your not in my way, I did not mean to startle you, carry on.”  I saw red cheeks staring right back at me, and I was hoping they were his reflection but no, it was mine.   With a small chuckle and embarrassed sigh, I moved out the way, “It’s all yours now”, quickly turned and wish I could look back and say I elegantly glided to the other room almost like if I was floating or gliding.  But no, I bumped into a tray, okay someone holding a tray full of hors d’oeuvres that went every which way and instinctively my hand reached out and caught one, just one and only one; the laughter and chuckles including mine and Mr. Reflection’s just filled the room as you heard the soft clutter of hors d’oeuvres and plates falling around us.  Mr. Reflection’s hand was extended out, I do not know if in sympathy or maybe he was trying to catch his own balance, don’t know and I’m not asking because without thinking I reached for his hand with mine.