The day was wonderful and the night is even better, the dark forest and the ever-watching stars above are just magical. The night is gifted with the cool air of trees being refreshed and the heat being dissipated. The crows and caws of the birds who seek a place to rest for the night. The soft growls of wolves and coyotes slowly coming out of the den to a night that is far cooler than the day. This bringing a hope of a good meal they can find tonight without too much heat exertion. The insects slowly finding a rock to live under for one more night. Who know the world so well as the moon, not a being to be found.

The day was a wonderful thing and I am happy that they are not gong to be as hot as the yester, the moans of the dogs and cats need a break from the heat and have a chance to make sure the time is spent well relaxing. The hope is that the night is long and the time productive, that the stars glow with a muse effect, that the day is not the only time for the wonderful to be born. That night gives life to things that are impossible for the day to even fathom. The time is good, the sense is grand, the hope is alive in all things that make us human. Yet still I wish for the stubborn to find the nights sky not to hold secrets but tells the secrets the stars see during the day when they are hidden by the light.

Even the words that are spoken when I read the books I have found adoration in, how they bring forth the most magical times in the darkest velvet. The dark not being of the monsters but of the ones who protect us from the monsters we ignore in the light. Broken rock give a dance in the atmosphere and they could hold the next set of acids and such to make life one day in the future. When it has come time for the human race to sleep forever and the velvet night sky to be our forever blanket as we become the soil for the next thing to rise where we last lay.

I just wonder, how many times that spotted blanket of stars and the majesty of the night, has that blanket taken the last breath of a being and now holds onto its memory forever among the stars.

Who knows.

Until Later

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.