Two Galahs br with blushing bodices br and snow capped heads, br alighted on a steel pole br high above the busy intersection. br br The winter wind whipped br and bumper to bumper traffic br growled and fumed, br as these rosy roosters br chatted and preened- br blissfully unaware br of peak hour, br or petrol prices, br or the agonizing effort of commuting. br br Soon the traffic moved off, br and so did they - br leaving me with a smile br and a heart lighter than before.