Love, from under the chair

Tis the end of the season. A season like ive never known. For the first time ever i can not only empathize, but simply understand, the notion of folks getting down as summer ends. The fates set me on a path. And without doubt, but only belief in my heart, my hands create what im shown. My hilltop called to me. We've had an understanding for many years. Never doubt the old gods and the presences that most choose not to see.Sometimes we need to reach in. 'Youre only given a little spark of madness, you must'nt lose it' Lost oaks n elms raised. Each one blessed with the same prayer.everyone. Passon!