Akemashite Omedetou ! Happy New Year.
The year began without a headache, without regret, without nausea. Rose bouquets delivered by bus, dressed in ruby velvet boots to the open kimono clad arms of a family. Osechi and Ozouni, Sake and Ichigo, Kimono and Card games. Laughter was our lubricant, love lived around that beautifully laid table on the first day of the new year.
We crossed a fairy lit bridge in Ohori park wrapped in green mohair to see the sun set and give thanks for knowing one another. We drank gin and sent videos across the world. We sang songs, requests and dedications at the top of our lungs until our voices were lost. We slept long and woke happy and well rested for two thousand and fourteen.