Over the bridge between years

 The new year somewhere south
Too far south for your liking
In a forgotten city with some spanish dialect
Just miles from those ice walls

In a place where where the men are short
Women are cautious, winter is a instrument of punishment
In place where festivals last for days
And in the summer a sunset seems to last a week

Here the excitement among the young is palpable
They will celebrate with kites and bonfires and outdoor concerts
They can be seen sprinting madly over estuary bridges
Like scurrying hot desert ants yet as youth in the cool humid ever dusk

The men gathering to talk themselves up like forbidden encantations
They believe will set events in motion yet seldom manifest
The women spending days deciding what to wear and how to 
Gossiping in exaggerations and half truths and their implications

They stand at the gates the event is beginning
running commentaries are made simultaneously to each entrance
Auspiciousness blows a cold breeze over the underdressed
The sky is blue thread with purple lit just enough to call daylight

The sun out of sight preparing itself secretly for the party
At the birth of the next day

(The land of fire)