This time last year Hannelie and I decided to celebrate New Year by going out and sending off some Chinese Lanterns. It was bitterly cold and the wind was high but we wanted to celebrate 2011, a year in which we finally tied the knot. The lanterns were a wedding gift from my father and sisters, who had written messages and drawn pictures on them. We walked out into the field behind our house in Durham in time, we thought, to light them as midnight approached.
The first lantern took 5 attempts to light. Our lighter was almost empty. H trudged home to bring a different one. We still couldn’t light the touch paper because the wind was too high. Even when we found a sheltered spot near the hedge, the paper just wouldn’t catch. When we finally lit it, the lantern seemed too heavy to fly properly and didn’t lift. We tried another, and then another and had the same problem. The last one caught fire and spluttered out on the ground. We went home, pretty discouraged. As we walked H broke the silence:
“is this a sign about the year ahead?”
I thought for a moment before replying:
“it doesn’t have to be. Some things aren’t omens, they just happen. We don’t have to claim it as a sign.”
Underneath I wasn’t so sure.