Excitement filled the night, with sights and sounds and smells - a distant tumult calling out to us as soon as we stepped off the tram. we settled on a spot far from the crowd and watched the fireworks go off, like flowers blossoming in the sky. a little further down, the silhouettes stood huddled together, gazing up at the lights dancing and disappearing in turn. the cold had seized everything in its grip, enveloping us in an icy layer of repose. a golden spiral launched itself high into the night. we stood like statues amid the fluorescence and glamour - eyes fixed upon fire fleeting, shadows lingering in the afterglow.
