The night hawks seize the day with moves and Counter Moves.
Every hour counts thrusting upon the soul with another allegory.
The seasonal dance looms as we debate our fate. Yet, in the stillness of the winds of justice judgement lingers quietly on the precipice of emerging truth.
For it is in that rightful appearance of the Truth that we proclaim a cross review pushing back against the lies. If we can grasp for what is real then spring has surely sprung.
What shall you become?
Some how general studies keep us flowing locked contently into our eternal substance we call, Life.