Fireflies were dancing in the nearby wood, while the peaceful beach sang an old tune that was performed by the soothing waves. The lazy clouds painted the crimson sky with billows of serenity, as the weary sun descended, slowly, beneath the rippling horizon. Such scenery was nothing new to the residents of the port, who lived their peaceful lives only to wait. They toiled from morning till evening, and surrendered themselves to repose just so that they could continue to wait for yet another day.

The streets were loud and hectic. It was the last day of the year, and fireworks were brazenly displayed across the night sky. One wouldn’t be able to deny that a view from the nineteenth floor of a modern condominium would’ve been gorgeously stunning to behold. But such a view could only spark a wry smile on the face of a young man, who was admiring the colorful display behind the window of his home. With a can of beer in his hand, he felt a mild sense of relief that he didn’t have to fight his way through the crowded streets, or scream his lungs out in a countdown party.