10, 9, 8, 7, 6…..

It’s ten minutes until midnight. I’m gathered in a room filled to the brim with lots of people I know and a few I don’t. Two of them are my best friends, my brothers. The three of us are an impenetrable entity. At least, that’s what it feels like when we’re together. One of us is already 20, and two of us will turn two decades old this year at the same time. It’s weird to think that we found each other like that. A brother and I are serving up sparkling white grape juice, and a box of confetti poppers is being passed around the room. There are New Years hats and lays that adorn the necks and heads of some of the parents around us. In this we are united.

As the big screen TV flashes the ball dropping in Times Square, as I hold my half-full glass of sparkling juice in one hand and my popper in the other, as I see my brothers smiling at me through a storm of confetti as the clock strikes midnight, I feel infinite. I feel a part of the world. Such a small part, but a part all the same. I am alive. The space around me is alive. This is gonna be good.