On New Year’s Eve I pretended I was in an Indian Palace in India- the Hotel Diggi Palace. In this palace I light candles and incense and pretend I am the queen. In this palace I am the princess in real life and hear the firecrackers and fireworks all around me and am so happy for the quiet and my dreams for the year. This palace is dusky and I sit in the dim light-velvety- like the Middle Ages- and write my dreams for 2012. The firecrackers swirl around me, faint, in the distance, and I write my dreams in the purple light and Medieval fog.