I HAVE A DRUM SET. I WILL MAKE A GLORIOUS NOISE UNTO THE BASEMENT AND IT WILL MAKE ALL MY NEIGHBORS ANGRY. ALL HAIL THE DRUM GODS. HURRAH!

A Love Song for Autumn

I’ve been dreaming of wolves lately. Red eyes gleaming from the trees, paw prints in snow, white fogs of breath, teeth and blood and hair and adrenaline. Everything is dying, becoming still and quiet for the dark time, the dreaming time. I want to run with those wolves in the forest, I want to lie beside a fire and watch it burn down to smoldering red embers. I want to stare at the full moon until I understand her secrets. I want nights so still that you can almost, almost understand the trees talking, when the air is thick and heavy with Presence, nights when the stars are so bright and diamond sharp that you could prick your finger on them if you just. reached. far enough.