It was a few minutes to midnight, and most of the family had gathered on the beach, their eyes towards the city. It was December, and the nights were cool, but Thomas remained in his swimming trunks, a black t-shirt on his upper half. He was standing beside his best friend, bare feet in the surf, staring out at the ocean.
( We two have run about the slopes, and picked the daisies fine. But we’ve wandered many a weary foot, since auld lang syne. )
( We two have run about the slopes, and picked the daisies fine. But we’ve wandered many a weary foot, since auld lang syne. )