Not that the day falls on a sunday but as the week has not a depiction to my daily names, It is day 124 in my life. The day is one that I take to concider the next few days and the things that must be done. Though the list is everlasting I must make sure when the list becomes tattered with time, I restore it with thought and need of the next day.

As I must, the door of life is slowly becoming open and my mind has become a bit more aware of the world and the warming sun. Lay upon my skin you marvious creation of atomic pressures. I bath in your light as it gives me hope, a dream of life brought on only by the gift of warmth on my skin. My dreams are not fantastical or unreachable. They are the most basic of dreams, to live in the love of earths bossom and not let the travesties only brought to life by mankind become my legacy.

Good old Elvis on the speakers and boping back and forth, tis be a truly good start of a great day. Getting kinda hungry thought so might have to depart and back in a bit so I can get sustanece to prolong my life and essence on this planitary object.

Much Love

Your Friendly Gringer From The Woods.