The night feels dormant as if all the blatant energy of the city was used up on last night's revelry and the night itself is recharging for its anual blare. It's let loose and let lie; say hello, say good-bye. The party is over and bodies are spent with exhaustion while souls are ever vigilant and evolving tirelessly and timelessly, pirouetting endlessly in the dance of life.  So put your new dreams to the test and see if they fit you as well as last night's dress or tux.  Your limo awaits to celebrate your continual finding of yourself.  If your life fits wear it well.  If it needs some tugging here or there, keep on pulling on your psyche until it's the right size.  You have more than one lifetime to fit into yourself.  Eternity doesn't have an eve.