Explosions in the sky. Bright colours cascading their light like thousands of stars, only louder and more vicious. Like thunder, with clouds that drift away. Erratic, and always risky.
Perceived with happiness and joy on one end of the globe, and terror and fear on another.
Perceived with welcoming eyes, children staying up late to welcome the new year.
Perceived with dread and gut wrenching pain, houses torn to pieces and babies under mountains of rubble.
Souls ripped apart.
Of good things to come.
Of loved ones never to be seen again.