Fairytale Photography ✩ There is pleasure in the pathless woods; There is rapture on the lonely shore; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more.

Allow the subtle things to be glorious. Flip fear into courage. Sweetly anticipate nothing in particular. Be rocked and riveted by the ordinary. Think poetically.

I see my paw prints in the snow, darkened by the ash. I don't know how much longer I can stay in full-wolf form, but I must get as far away as I can possibly can. And it wont be very far with the open wound in my sid