Rising to the morning that has housed the cold for us to wake to, the creaking and groaning trees, the moans of the wind, the frost that pricks the finger tips with a reminder of the fragility of the human body. The value of the morning is never match to anything, for it is a chance to change the world of one life or change the life of the world. Who really knows what the day will be and how it will be when we will call for the blankets of warmth.

I had to make a Purrlock Holms as I have the idea in my head for a while, and I am happy how he turned out. Just a happy kitty pondering the world though the bubbles of obscurity. Some lost to time and some floating into the vast desert of lost thoughts and dream. Times past would give us a mystery in death and lies. A 1950’s book cover transformed into a mist, locked into the dreams found only in a everlasting bubble of time.

In the world is many of a dream and many of a night that is dreamless but those are the nights when laying awake brings to us the mysteries that the brain plays on us. Ponder into the veil that brings us the ideas the times in daylight cannot be found. I am happy, happy that the night has gifted me with such things that I am very joyous that the day has given me the night worth dancing to. The night is something that has become a chance for me to dream under a moon reflecting the trace amount of sun light, never its own light but with it, a transformation of light to mystery. Every impact crater, every fracture, every dream cast upon is the moon has listened and responded to many who have taken the nights vale and listened closely.

With the morning moving along with great grace and great hope for a day of hope and desire to master the time we have in the light. Just so before the cold dark comes in, we have made the light worth every second of it. I am just happy to exist and have a chance to see the light, to see the transition to the mysterious twilight, to the silky black vale, we get to witness them all. Something just majestic to the eyes and mind.

However I must depart and take forth the day. It wont be here forever.

Until Later

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.