Rise and shine you wonderful being of life you, with the rise of the sun, welcome to the chilled air and your glorious morning you. Behold, a crystalline breath of air, a fog of life escaping my lungs I find it beyond the logical that we are gifted such things, while few ever understand it.

The day starts with a glorious jump from bed and notice the sun blazes down on the frost covered grass. Little frozen blades of grass calling the winter season. Dogs and cats stretching out of bed and prance in the grass. With wet paws from melting the frozen spears, barks to the neighbors dog Jimmy cast in a fog of canine excitement. That wonderful scene given life and love that is a day with a hope above all others. 

Plans are formulating in the fat and tissue we call a brain, a matrix of electric communication to give a vessel of meat, sinue, fluid and bone a conscious to drive it. Much like a engine it is a device that would drive many to insanity and many more to sanity of reality. A unconscious divinity of the cells and molecules that build our bodies. Gods and the Devine be but a vessel wall giving security to a liquid containing life. Focused to a unity and finite goal, all vessels and vains become home to the essence of what we are, before we even wake, I am essence.

With the clouds and the mist of thawing trees dancing with floating frozen air, refraction of icicles in the air, a moment just after sunrise given to the few who wake and observe such things. Broken light and prismatic dances are the cold fall morning gift to the falling leaves and shallow puddles. With even the puddles freezing the top layer to act as a blanket to hold what little warmth is left in the water. Holding on like a blanket to a small child, a safety net that is only there in sudo-strength that is given its unmeasursurable will to protect by its owners essence and mind. A power stronger then all of world, bound only to the will of the being casting such a mental resolute.

To the construction of heat and comfort I depart to become a predate of heat, cleanliness, comfort and self divinity. The world will turn and the days steam off the nights kiss. For that I am but a simple happy man. Discordant with what the world wants but never far from one’s who need comfort.

Much love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.