Shush up, listen to the prana out there in the wind.
Rolling in the dark. Sitting still in the forest when everyone is home sitting at the dinner table or in front of the television-where I usually am by nightfall waiting to find out if that singer from Posion wears extensions. Not tonight though Bret, tonight it was all twinkling green spider eyes and crunchy pine cones the size of a larger than average pine cone. More like pineapple cones, that’s what they are.
The forest at night. The forest in general. So exactly what is needed.