On the dance of the year

So if the year has just danced its way through 365 days, how did it go? It probably started out a little timidly, shy and getting up off the bleachers, handbag clasped, doing a light nod and toe tap, smiling, just shy of a grimace, hoping no one would watch it. Then it started to get a bit excited, a bit more of an arm waving, jiggy bounce, but surprised - like ooh, hello, look at this. Then it probably started doing some wild moves, like dusting off breakdancing moves it had never tried before but remembered from 80's movies and always wondered what they felt like. Funny year, whooping, and head spinning. Then it got all busy and serious, but not unfun. This might have been more your hard core mechanic tribal moves, in a state of trance. A purpose to the dance, a rhythmic, intense, focused containment. On and on, without room for doubt. By the third quarter, the year probably noticed the change in the music, more mellow, more curls and warbles. The year began doing more open armed, flourishy things, loking around to see whateveryone else was doing, who was around, what was happening to the peripheries. By now, the year is tired and sticky and ready for a good lay down. It has slowed to that smiling, sunburnt festival kind of dance where swathes of flesh are liberated from the confines of cotton elastaine, peeking out, joining in the fun. It is the 'the drugs have worn off' or 'those beers are making me feel tired and dehydrated' kind of feeling. It is the 'am I dancing? What am I dong? I seem to be moving but I think the song is about to finish and actually I'd quite like to sit down' moment.