Moments of Dahlia

This just happened.

State College dahlias, holding out in the cold fall air. 

How hardy am I? 

I am not at all, and rely on my bath and fleece and down to get me through. 

I understand when my water bill goes up from too much bathing, and suddenly the charm of an old house becomes a bit less charming. 

Our drafty windows and cold floors make me wonder where summer has gone. 

The dahlias remind me. 

spidey sense?

Dark Forest (The Game), Part One (Actually Part One-Hundred And Sixty-Seven But This Is The First Blog Post)

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to get through this thing called life."

Sephira and Isabelle (pictured above) thought that the Gods would protect them here. 

However...

"Umm, I have a question..."

Worry passes over the brow of the young one. 

Anxiously expectant ... the stomping sounds of... 

...the lost soul of the Black Witch, who is seeking the Young Ones -

the Ones who have entered the Dark Forest and come out alive, 

therefore giving hope to the people,

if even for a brief moment.

Nevertheless, despite their hope-lending qualities, 

they ended up in the klink. 

As I, your humble narrator, did as well. 

It's cold in here.