It was a new year. A fresh start to nothing. What fresh start comes which a midnight chime? This is no Cinderella story. One has to even wonder, if the shoe fit her so specifically and perfectly, how it even slipped off of her to begin with.
But looking out the window, forgetting about the slippers she saw the same clouds. Well, the same cloud formations. The same sky hoping to make us feel sane and safe for it was all here before. Except there was nothing new and that would have have made us feel better.