at 5am this morning i find myself looking for a coffee before i hit the highway. i'd been up till late smoking johnny cash and now i was suffering the early morning blues but i noticed the stars and then i found the moon. it's a big moon this weekend, i always get very hyperactive around this period, and i confess excited. those winter days are behind us, the evenings can only get lighter. there's something reassuring in that, i mean there is not much that is certain. you can depend on the astral ballet more than you can depend on your government these days.

i find a 24 hour place and grab my latte for the road, i flick through the newspaper, the return of rudd is imminent. 

i think i read that, 'game of thrones' is julia gillards favourite series but she's actually in one, a game of thrones. i close the paper wondering where all the news is, it's not in here.

i drive out to the highway, searching for a cd to stick into the player, i sift through a pile of stuff and stick 'atoms for peace' in, crank it up. 

out on the highway i hit that zen space, nothing really acts as a point of reference, auto pilot i guess, me and the road, stars twinkle and the moon looking down on me as it sinks, i could be anywhere in the universe but here i am like a little corpuscle travelling down a vein. there's no cars on the road, just me, and as i get towards brooklyn the sun is coming up, the waterways all come alive, glimmering like ancient energy does, i pull over and take it all in. moon sun and water, earth, fixed point brooklyn bridge, i don't know, i feel like i'm in some cosmic alignment but i am now running late for work, the cosmos will have to wait, i feel all energised now, running on coffee and moon power. look out world here i come.