monovox

The unrest is palatable.


a universal consciousness... of unease.


I feel as though I want to shut myself in and pull the covers over my head. Snuggling inbetween the dogs. pushing out the cold of the world. slumber through the winter. hybernation would be bliss, my friends. I feel the world preparing for the long cold winter ahead. Prepare to bundle up kids... this is going to be like nothing we have experienced before