
“Diana,” Janus said, “So glad you could come.”
The goddess entered through the door of beginnings. She brought the moon’s fertility to Janus’s Table for All Times. She sipped his tea of memories past and future.
“Janus, dear,” she said, “I wish the night would never end.”
“But we must let the sun shine. Start over. Correct past mistakes.”
“Yes,” she said. ”We must think good thoughts- health, happiness, peace, prosperity, especially for the sick, the sad, the beleaguered, and the poor.”
Once again, they closed the endings door, watching the past recede and seeing the present open to change.
Bittersweet. I liked having Janus talking to the moon goddess, who is also changeable, and who would of course consider each month a special protege.
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Thanks. As it happens, the two are counterparts in that old time religion.
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Beautiful
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Thanks. Inspired by the Wikipedia entry for Janus. His story is complicated by time itself.
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