Blinking, I turn my face to the direction the sun rises in, and wait patiently for these new days to begin. I feel vaguely like I've let the last year slip away from me like rice from between my fingers. I want 2010 to both come and not come, to both grow old and young again, to fold myself up small in order to unfurl anew.

I have closed my eyes against the wind and mist that populates my world these days. I walk forward, thinking only of the water feeding my pores, the eventual smoothness my skin will take on--the thinness of being that I want to achieve.

I will melt into the moonrise as easily as I have come from it. Though, to call this out would only bring attention to the strange and alarming weightlessness of my smile.