That brilliant star in us all somewhere.

{Without a backward look.}

Dear you,
 
Summoned hither to this peculiar place. Some inner voice, I expect, for it is quite unlike anywhere I’ve previous been. Peaks and colour electrical, this is magical Monaco burning bright day and night. If ever was a place in which to birth the dancing star made of our own internal chaos and workings, why then that brilliant star in us all somewhere, surely this is the place. As I familiarise myself with the tall geography and coloured rocks, my eyes are pulled wide open. Don’t miss a clue, my mantra.
 
Perhaps, should all else fail, I’ll discover someone else’s star mislaid and calling home temporarily a dry and rocky crop. The star of genius, found in a rock garden overgrown!
 
Yours thinking of myself much more than is remedy for sanity (but what is that anyway?),
X

+ There were fireworks: Louise takes you to The Australian Ballet's recent 50th Anniversary Gala. It was, as Louise says, the stuff of magic.

+ The original postcard was exhibited earlier in the year as part of By This Unwinking Night, and will soon become part of a new Dear You postcard zine.