Welcome to my garden

Welcome to My Garden

You may have had the sanity to wonder why my blog is titled "Rose Garden under the Full Moon"... or maybe you didn't. If you came here to find out what makes up the unphysical bit that I call me, then read on, if you are here to read the juicy tidbits and political opinions of my life, this is not the place to come. Will you take a moment to walk in my garden?

Dead leaves and night creatures make soft rustling noises as you walk, the almost imperceptible squeal of a bat can be heard overhead. Cold soft white light falls from the moon, the light always seems to be marked "for you eyes only" when the moon is full. A slight breeze stirs just the tips of the hairs on your skin and seems to whisper long forgotten secrets. Roses are such beautiful flowers, even half closed in the dark... red is one of the few hues that is still distinguishible under the moon. You reach for a rose, then remember the thorns and grasp the bud carefully... You know if you make a careless move the thorns will draw blood. Tucking the rose-bud into your shirt color, turn and slip toward the ominous iron gate. The gate is ancient and secretive, but well oiled, open it just far enough to slide through and exit. I hope you will return...

Korin