Good morning to the ones who find this so early. With the midnight oil comes cleaning and digging out the furniture cleaner and chasing dog fot prints with a mop. Even they seem to have come to the night for some time with me cleaning. Noise is our voice as the moon gives us quiet light. Not a full moon but a moon that seems to shine brught through the window pain lighting our sight with refracted sunlight.

Though the ones I call midnight companions find perch on the couch and yawn ever so much. I cant help but love the extra hearts that beat with love in our blessed night. For more then just furniture and houses come clean with this night, also a fracture soul finds time to pull fractured edges together again. Silence in bindings with time are aid the soul should take in grace as it is what heals us. For kinship with others is a tax that others not see. For more then one is a weight that causes the fractured one to begin to part.

With notions of a confused mind wonder of start and the night as it knows sleep is meant to be a minds cloud, this night, the cloud must be sacrficed for the tales of past in dirt and muck must be cleaned. To have this past last long, like memories we once loved but are now a bane, must be attened to. If not, the dust and memory will become a tyranical foe to the future. One thing not noted by the many and seen less then the few is history is a larva of eventuality. It is not a being that has a chance to win against even the weakest of breeze of decay. It is smaller then even that, it is a point of creation, cannot be fathomed yet destroyed by a momentary thought. Future is not what we make it, for it is what we nuture into. Scars of regrets and sins of past will be the markings of your future being. Not to last forever, for even scars fade. However memories will be its guide of unintellagable words, scribbles to never understand. It is you who must read the memories to your future and only truth with integratry will be its fill. Lies and decet, its posion.

With couch vacated by its furry occupents, the cleaner seems to be working well. Showing dirt and animal fur being lifted to find the beauty of a clean fabric beneath. Moans of a betrayed friend of canine means. Taken their comfort repalced by a bare floor, travesty knew no sadder companion. For weeping eyes a soft covering will let this cold morrsel of a bed, will comfort be welcomed.

To give them such a place is but the minimum for our compaions in life. Though welcomed the canines are requesting to vacate organs of the waste kind. Though how it would be nice to keep the floors clean, adventures of the four footed will bring more gifts upon the floor to clean. Autums rain brings a welcomed scent, refreshing and chilled, yet a payment is floors bearing the mud of adventures not my own.

Those things are to be done, For that to happen I must be off.

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods