The first hour in the New Year, we all looked up for the colorful explosions blasting into the sky. Different, but not less beautiful for those who look down to the ground on New Year's morning, the remains of Chinese rolls and Bengal fire are smoldering in the streets. Ashes, clay and papers scattered in a colorful mosaic across the tarmac, astonishing us with the beauty of decay: earth colors, ash black, burnt grey clay.