With the thing we call time passing everso quaintly and the turning essence of life and its harbour in the black sea. To the basking light of the end of our existence, the very thing to give us a sence of being and the love that is the profound is not just that, but a elimination of the concious.

With each day the sun finds itself hanging longer onto the hours and makes for the adored crystaline figments of winter, the fogged breath of the warm souls, the tracks of life imprinted so temporary, all a passing creation of the frozen tundra. Ahh how the winter is but a passing thing is missed, yes, with all the flowering frost.

Antares is still being the best doggo ever, He is a doggo for the gods and even they would feel blessed for having such a good puppers in their pressence. As all humble gods should, nothing is above the love of a good puppers.

I do dare say look at him!!!!!! He is such a great puppers that all other puppers wish to be this puppers, I dare say, he is even the best puppers ever. Much like the times before times, this is a puppers of all things. He is the pre existence of all things. He is the pregenator of all things. He is The Puparino. The pre existence. The final equation, The meaning of life.

He is Puppers.

So with all the silliness behind me I am happy to have the grace of a good set of animals around me and how they are all do loving. They are the bestest friends ever.

So the plan for the day is to get at least 3 chapters read online then see if I can find a more horror based book to read at night. Just for the scares.

Though this is a short post I must depart as I have slepped in and have much to do.

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.