the earth was quiet enough this first morning of two thousand nine that i could almost hear the planet rotating on its axis. endlessly rotating on its axis towards the dawn. the dawn that happens to be marked the first of a brand new year, but i know the secret. the secret is that each day is a new life and each dusk a new peace. peace that incubates the coming morning as the earth continues on its amaranthine path.
this year will be a good year.
