I checked my glowing watch. 11:50pm, December 31, 1999. The end of the millenium. A date which would be remembered by all for years upon end...if anything, for the number of computers that would crash in a few minutes.  That alone was why I was here and not home; all flights were canceled through the next week or so.

I heard the soft chime of my cellular phone ringing in my backpack. I ignored it, reached over to my phone and turned it off. This was not the time to worry about who was calling me. I knew tonight, of all nights, is a time to relax and to enjoy the scenery for what it was; to look up at the stars in the cavernous skies above, and remember just how tiny mankind is in all of that. And write about it, most of all. I took out my notebook. 

I could almost feel it, though...something was wrong. Maybe it was just the cold wind blowing.