Good evening humans and various other creatures of the twilight hours. How these creatures of my kinship are wondering little things. Thoughts of the day and night are combined into a synchronicity that brings both the beauty of the world in the light. Also, the soft hums of the night trying to make sure the ones who are waking during the day are able to rest while the creatures of the night, they wake with boundless hope of the night.

When the stars are given time to be seen, when the frogs call out in the dance of the croaks. When the sounds of snoring cats and dogs come to the midnight velvet, the wolves and coyotes howl into the sky at the moon. Calling to the one they are gifted with so the night can be their home. Moon lit fields become the home of dreams and nightmares, the forest becomes alive with the silent discourse of the waking ones. Daunting moods fill the trees as baby squirrels are nesting tightly to the adults as they know not yet the kinship, they will share with the forest. Majesty of the imagination becomes the entry way into the most complex and beautiful thoughts. Things that travel the sunless skies are giving the lines to connect constellations and yet they are things so random. The eyes that watch them will be the only recording that they ever happened.

Taste becomes a heightened thing as the air itself, changes. Bringing forth a taste of what can only be described as a taste of twilight. Something that is beyond out words but in bound in memory. Not our memory but the memory in our DNA, a shift knowing one’s eyes can’s see the veiled ones who dance between tress leaving us wondering if real of matter or just inhabitants if our dreams becoming real through dedication of it being real. Things that dance and weave into the dark fields of hay, not sure if they are there or is it the wind. Gently bending the tops of the hay and tracing its fingers along the new birth of life found only at night.

Until Later

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.