Between 11.59pm and 12am

Everyone is beginning to write or talk about 2012.  Their dreams, their plans, and some, their resolutions.  I await that magical moment between 11.59pm and 12am.  Something always happens.  It might not be big or maybe it will be.  
Some want to get plastered just to have a good time and some to forget; others want to get plastered just enough so they have the guts to kiss that special someone, but not forget it.  There are also some who sit at home with families and watch their children as they dream.  And then there are couples sitting looking at each other and perhaps one is waiting to "pop the question"; and there are others waiting for 12am to hit so they can break-up.  And there are some who want to end it all...all the pain from their past, present, and impending demise.  There are also those who are full of anticipation.  There are those at work not even watching the clock, yet are subconsciously aware they are getting a day older and better get to work.  Finally, there are those getting married or giving birth...and seeing life starting.

Whether someone is awaiting death, life, or somewhere in between there is one thing in common that fills the air between 11.59pm and 12am. Grace.