Dick sat on the rooftop, his legs swinging over the side. He was waiting for the fireworks to begin, setting off the new year. He leaned back on his arms, head tilt towards the sky. The stars weren’t visible -- the lights of the city didn’t often allow that. Still, the night had a nice chill to it, and he felt oddly comfortable, despite the winter night.

“Next year,” he pursed his lips thoughtfully. “I think I’ll finally learn how to play the guitar.”

It wasn’t likely, of course -- but that was the fun of resolutions, wasn’t it? If you succeed, you feel the joy of completing something impossible -- and if not, oh well, it was doomed to start. He grinned as he tilt his head over.

“What about you?”