pages and pages...

i've written so much tonight that i feel like my brain is going to explode and pour out my nose.
it's making a start all ready, with snot.

nice imagery, huh?

watch for the greenwitch...

i saw the gardeners doing the hedging this morning, they were dancing with the branches, stepping and winding and weaving and cutting. i didn't know that this was the season for hedging.

reminded me of the Grey King in the dark is rising series.
i really loved those books.

when the dark is rising
six shall turn it back
three from the circle,
three from the track
wood, bronze, iron,
water, fire, stone
five shall return
and one go alone...

so tired...

i feel exhausted, borne down by burdens.
the pattern thus far has been clouded and grey, interspersed with brief sparkles of light.
that's the trouble.
it gives one hope.
but if it's just going to be foggy like this...then what's the fucking point?