Wrizzit
For everything, down to the scribbles.
For everything, down to the scribbles.
Thirty days until Walpurgisnacht / Beltane, the midpoint between spring and summer, Veil then a tad thinner. Rebirth, fertility, survival of the fittest, a Strive to Thrive. Thirty days until the beginning of my forty-ninth trip around the sun also. Walpurgisnacht terribly not celebrated so wildly widely in the USA as Europe. Though murmurs in Lovecraft’s eldritch mountains. Now wondering where all the backwoods wizards are here in Lower Appalachia & whether or not they’re up to no good? Now wondering aloud, “is this question rhetorical?” Tomorrow the full moon in Libra, the sun in Aries, the March winds definitely summoning the April showers.
