And what looked at first like a crescent Moon (!) in the middle of the Harbour Bridge and then filled out to a circle (or was it a bullseye?) turns out to be a rainbow--in a circle. Hmmm.
We had three false alarms toddling off down to the front gate where we can see up the hill to the Carrington where they usually let off some fireworks. Thrice we heard the unmistakable popping of fireworks and headed down the path, only to wait, looking up at the stars. Nice night. We heard Katoomba go off at midnight, but after a few minutes of nothing much happening I retreated back into the house to watch the fireworks on telly.
My. All twelve minutes worth. It went on and on. Seven tonnes as it turns out. It wasn't exactly austerity. Which is fine-- I suppose. One wonders how the animals at Taronga Zoo fare? It was truly OTT. Large and then larger florettes. A birdseye view looking down the Harbour was fantastic. I think they out-did themselves!
I get the distinct feeling lots of people are very happy to see the back of 2011. My cloud started lifting around the time Neptune went direct. I think everyone's had enough of Neptune in Aquarius.
I'm still up, this is becoming a habit. What inspired the Edith Piaf clip was listening to a radio documentary about her this afternoon and hearing her sing the wonderful, Non, je ne regrette un rien. Apparently she would rise early in the morning at dawn, sing and then go back to bed to sleep away the day getting up in the evening to sing and perform (and presumably stay up quite late). This appeals to the night-owl/dawn-riser in me that has a bit of trouble working these two proclivities into my lifestyle. I love the dawn and pre-dawn and I love the absolute stillness of 2.30 in the morning, when most busy minds are sound asleep and there is more bandwidth available, and I think I mean that in the cerebral not literal sense. I think however, the only way to swing this, would be to live in a city, sleep between 9am and 4pm and stay up the rest of the time, writing, going for a walk around the city at dawn, buying some coffee and some breakfast, checking out the commuters and then retreating back up off the street to a darkened (sound proof) room.
Heh, I'd probably handle it for about six months and then it would be . . .
It's true I don't have any regrets about 2011 and even if I did what would be the point? Have a wonderful relaxing new year's day.
"Hope when bold is strength . . . . "
