It’s midnight and the first seconds of 2012 begin. Among the faces of mostly Marquesan strangers, a warm feeling of love for all of them overcomes me…Rounds of kisses and well-wishes…and I wonder why we don’t keep that love faucet open all year long?!
…Children turn to silhouettes against white flashes of firecrackers, here and all the world over…
What if, with everyday, simple loving actions, the whole world took on a small town feeling…?
Happy New Year from the Voyage of Swell!!