January 01, 2005

Happy New Year

Year, star date, 2005...Rose Road, you were afterall, not a place for the collection of dead caracasses of cars, nor a place to wait or swelter, but a place to live; and live well. The tree frogs told us in the night. The moon standing high in the morning reminded us of the witchcraft into which we were born; the self-possession of trees discussing what; the time of day; the time of night; the hour of changes; the once house of breezes and the silence of the year end, beginnng of another; our happiness cat waving down on us at breakfast. The road lying outstretched for your hand. Happy New Year! The stars lay outstretched like sparks and tails. Happy New Year! The waking sounds awoke us. Happy New Year! from Australia, Simon, Molly & DC ( on our way overseas)

Molly