“Happy New Year’s!”
“There’s nothing new under the sun.”
“I am new.”
She grasped my cheeks and squinted her one graying brown eye as if gazing into the sun. Maybe I was her sun?
“No…you’ve been here before. Hello, old friend.”
She smiled at me, and I was filled.
She, then, began to frown and stutter.
I turned away remembering the chill of her fingertips on my face.