How December tends to be in the north. 😛
Tying into the poem from yesterday. 🙂
Still on a folklore/mythology high.
Yeah, it’s the worst part of winter.
A darker thing based on darker thoughts.
Oh, the danger of sunlight exposure…
Another poem about writing and the creative process…
As a cat lover, I have to admit there can be too much of a good thing. 😛
A threat many might know about… Especially during the summer.
Fire taps into something really ancient in all of us, going back all the way to our first human ancestors that walked the plains of Africa. Both fascinating and terrifying.