Good day to the one who finds this and How I wish you a great day of production and new hopes for a future that is both happy and the womb of bliss is upon you today.

With the ever passing time and events becoming more valued and tested, I have begun to try to make a spot in this world. For the world had grown and I wish to be part of the trend to make money and help my parents. So the world is crazy and I now see why people are becoming more nomadic like me. With that I have also noticed the reminents of the human condition who still seek a table at the behest of the ones who still hold condition of the land, yet with customs to the children they call lovers, the ones who stay are to be the ones we would question. With their answers of what they joined and how they are victems are to be held in the same notions of the ones they broke bread with. I just want to see the things we created out of love and desires to better humanity, yet they have been impregnated with the desires of the filth.

Though their cities burn and decicions they made have dictated that very results they fight, celebrities will be using this to call for the help they need to rebuild the city, yet never go to the forest and prevent such things. They call out people who have no impact on the things adn have chosen to blame them and not take the responsibility to the world. To the ones who are like this. Behold your own being as a destructor, and never a creator of life, home, nature and each step you take, you will leave a black stain of regret and shame.

So with the day coming to age, grey skies of night, Dark blue hues covert the cloudy sky into a nights blanket for the moon, A fluffy yet warmed from the days sun to give a peerless sence of comfort into the nights chilled embrace. Though it is longer then the suns light, the night brings great comfort and hope for the owls, for that is the time that they become the devourers of the night. Seekers of the srew and mouse, the mole and the rat. Feasts and nourishes of mind and soul are the owls goal, To have the night as a buffet of the eyes and ears are sounds and the ever warmth of the bodies give life to the owlettes and the family that calls a hollow tree home.

Let not the darkness of night be your demons, nor the astranged sounds that the day is never gifted. They are a time when the ones who are brave and with the nights light in their eyes, take a moment into howls of the forest, the animals are calling to each other in a greeting of the nights lust.

May the night give you a chance to grow in bravery but stay humble to the ones who protect us from the howls and screams in the night, to be the ones who hold blankets over our heads and seek the unbreakable armour of a tucked in blanket.

Until the sun greets you in the morning

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.