They spent New Year's eve at the house of friends, deep in the heart of the Marrakech medina. A house like no other, a house made of dreams, vast and complex.
A private party, an intimate group. They drank glass after glass of champagne.
A five-course dinner at two jewel covered tables by the courtyard's glimmering pool.
It was a singular house.
A house of lights.
No ordinary shadows but those made of roses.
Or flowering fields cast from back lit ceilings.
The evening galloped like horses down a polished hallway. Soon it was 2008.
With a new year's morning soon upon them, I picked my way through a perfect forest. And said goodbye to 2007 and the house of beautiful shadows.
Wishing you all a 2008 that is lived at risk because you decide to pursue your dreams, rather than just dreaming them....