Moon.

Full moon rising...gods. So beautiful. The humidity may feel like snail snot, but looks so beautiful rising as mist from the trees, touched by twilight, and then by moonlight. Positively haunting. Mind you, I would be quite happy for a break from the humid mists long enough to see the moon rise golden-orange and brilliant from the sun. mm.

We were up in Bancroft last night, and if you can ignore the thirsty little vampire mosquitos up there, there is so much beauty in hills and lakes and stone and forest. Mm. The dragonflies up there are the size of small birds. I kid you not. Amazing to watch as three or four of them swoop around you and eat bugs. I love Dragonfly's children.

The mists always leave me a little odd. Walking the mists draws you closer to the gates of Manannan, and to the world beyond the veil, or beyond the ninth wave. Mm. I see things, sometimes...others I just feel sensations or "know" things that I don't really. I've enjoyed having them so close...but I'd trade it all right now for a cool autumn-laden breeze, or a decent thunderstorm to clear the air.

Ah well. Today, if Jason ever wakes up, I want to wander about a bit. Just browsing, as always...but I just want out of the house for a couple hours. mm.

Blessings to those that want them, and love to my tribe.
-M.

Dream.

We are living in a hotel room for some reason. White. Has all our stuff in it. For some reason the walls are glass. The elevators operate by keys. If you don't have the right key to unlock the floor, you can't get off on that floor. We're on the 7th floor. I went out for some reason, came back to sleep - and my key didn't unlock the 7th. It unlocked the 9th. Our room had moved. I shrugged and went to bed.

I awoke on a flat floor - no bed, no stuff, no mate - just me. A very naked, pale me. Yay. >_< I'm wearing a stone...a stone that changes colour like the colour of the ocean under sunlight. And I'm wearing it in the sense that it's embedded in my chest. Greens and blues. Mist is curling off the walls, and drifting around the floor. Very strange place to be. There is a noise behind me, and I turn. Winged wolves, like mirrored gate guardians are facing me, emotionless eyes boring into me. One is black, completely black. A void-black...sucking light into itself, with the occasional drift of stars across it. One is white, a brilliant white that turns blue at the sharpest edges. Its eyes pulse cerulean occasionally, and then fade to white on white. Each turns up a paw and are holding something...a key.

I wake.
O_o
-M.

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