Mountain fire

The boundary between 2010 and 2011 was on fire. On every hill top around the horizon the pyrotechnics were lighting the darkness with brilliance and colour, shells exploding for miles around, just up the hill and miles away in Bran and Fundata. The Banus and I stood and watched, glasses in hand, while Hobbs zapped back and forth across the snow, excited but unfazed by the noise. A dog flew past us, racing at lightspeed down the hill, terrified and desperate for home, while the cat cavorted in the midnight snow, happy to have humans out playing in the freezing night.