i suppose when something touches you to the bone…..you try to dismiss it but it won’t leave you alone………..it doesn’t offend you…….but it is kinda strange…………..perhaps in your DNA there is a mutant strain………………….

you have always loved the vastness of the ocean………but it never felt like home………..it’s in the woods among the trees that makes you feel warm……………and a fire under the moon is your idea of a play as you watch the flames of the fire and the shadows come to play…….

funny how the caricatures always made you stop and examine their beards, hats and locks………….it always seems they were trying to say….your one of us and we won’t go away……….

so as crazy as it may seem……..i believe in little people, little villages and little things…………….and sometimes when i stop and look i can almost see them waving at me………..

Gnome at heart……….come sit by the fire