A giant paint can spilled across the sky this morning with crimson, pink and golden tint. High above the ridge flocks of cockatoos' float past like moveable specks in a tapestry. It is a work day and the support of the Capricorn Moon will ensure a productive jettison to the weekend. We are still under the influence of an Aries Sun phase so there is energy to burn. A fresh vibrancy is injected into my creed – another day of doing my best. As Evan Wines suggests, "Nothing gets old but your clothes. Only giving up and giving in makes you old." That reminds me to check out the sales on the way home from work!
The dust has settled from the huge windstorm last night. Canberra was coated in a layer of red brown film. The atmosphere laden in gritty smog clung to our skin, eyes and surely infiltrated our lungs. Above the dusty vestibule the sparkle of the Telstra Tower shimmered with a tincture of sun beam that whispered, "I'm off to bed, catch you again in the morning."
Our yard was littered with tiny triangle-shaped leaves from the maples. Is this a sign? The same leaves that boasted diamond coats a few days ago were strewn around the landing. Crunching under my feet as I sought my exodus from the house screeching, "Summer is over!"
Peace and Love,
Julia Ashton-Sayers
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