The Cicada’s are louder this morning
I welcome the first day of 2025 not by the sound of the alarm, or the coffee machine that has an auto cleaning mechanism that scares the bejeezus out of us in the middle of the night, but by the sound of the Cicadas, which according to the encyclopedia, varies between a: the weather (well it’s pretty effin hot in Sydney today) and b: their mating season ritual, so in fact, these delicate little creatures of the male kind have woken me due to their persistence to procreate. Did I mention they were extremely loud this morning? And no, I’m not nursing a post new year celebration hangover and my ears are not ringing, I feel completely awake and if I had to take a breathalyser, It would probably come up as having .000001% of alcohol in my system, but nothing to get worried about. And it’s too early to move out from under the freshly laundered sheets in my oh-so-comfy bed. So husband has delivered the prescribed second latte, the cat has been fed and the dog has curled up for yet another mid-morning snooze and I am awake, like really awake listening to the Cicadas.
I picture my friends and family scrolling on their smartphones or watches or whichever device they fancy as my prescribed image of the sunrise hits my message box, an image of the ocean on the first day of the year, the silhouettes of people sitting on the water’s edge subconsciously willing me to join them. Still, I continue to absorb the salutations and gifs of champagne bottles bursting and digital confetti frittering over images of smiling faces wearing gold and silver party hats. Declarations of love via acronyms, emoji’s and misspelt words is literary prose, which I’ll reciprocate while I’m vying for a 30cm radius spot at the beach later on. I only need enough room to set up the beach umbrella that I love to look up at, it has such a pretty paisley pattern in tones of peach and lavender with delicate fringing, similar to one pictured on a postcard from the Maldives.
The house is quiet, but my mind is not. 2025 is a ‘nine’ year, and if you believe that the universe has something to say, then this year is a year of endings and new beginnings. I hope it could be an end to idiotic wars, unrest, stupidity, politicians playing games, my neighbour's refusal to trim their effin trees that drop branches over my roof, electricity rate increases, cruelty to animals, cruelty to children, sex trafficking and not enough attention given to healthcare, respect for my time, the elderly and people suffering mental health. Can you imagine the beginning of better human connections, the beginning of the end of fake news, fake handbags and fake people? A beginning of compassion, self-awareness and taking ownership, debut authors getting a chance, anyone getting a chance, artists gaining traction, people being prosperous, people finding love, people finding themselves, better crypto algorithms, cleaner energy, biodiversity in agriculture, STEM research, cure for cancer and more opportunities for everyone to win the game of life. #lookingforlilly #soapboxmoment
Happy 2025 to everyone reading.
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xx.
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