Good late evening.

If finding this now, i hope your day was kind to you. After a mid-spring day the night has breathed a heavy fog. To walk outside in the darkend forest, the whisp of fog add a majesty to the walk. I have come to terms that night walks into the forest might have to become a habit. It brings a sence of inner silence that allows even the most stroshish intrusive thoughts to become asleep as if layed upon a lambs wool. Gives a cloud of grace for you to breath and help understand ones self. Only the tones of distant planes break the forever nights silence.

As of tommarow I will be making a trip out to Help my parents for a day and get some basic supplies. I have learned while cleaning the cabin i am very low in any medical supplies. I tend to get hurt time to time and the brain damage has left me with a lower nerve reaction to damage. Far from the idea that i dont feel pain its just that is it is delayed for about a hour or so. I will dig up pics when I get to my parents and show off some of the weird cuts ands such that i just did not bleed or suffer any real issues or pain with.

I grow quite tired and the cleanup to get the camp ready for a night without my pressesnce takes time.

wishing you well and hopes of a good life,

your Friendly ginger from the woods.