Wonderfell

February 12, 2025

Good morning, that wonderful way.

And a good one at that!

O/ A little enthusiasm from your friendly Ghos+ to start the day.

Clocks in sync? Engines fired? Buckled up? Ready to go!

So, on with the show.

The moon is bright up right up over my left shoulder through the window.

Moonlight off of New England snow is effectual; you can see where you’re going.

Which is a good thing should you be going somewhere.

Reassurance and all.

What’s new in the world called You?

I hope something wonderful. You really do deserve it. Serve yourself some wonderful. You’re starved for it. You really ought to take better care of your wonderful.

Friendly advice from your friendly (and humbly wonderful) Ghos+.

“Where’s the deep dream thought parade today, Ghos+?”

Abe’s sleeping on it on the loveseat.

‘Let sleeping dogs lie.’
*Especially if they’re floating on a pillow top of dreams.

Perhaps the moonlight and me lighten the night-almost-morning together.

Perhaps we dream awake.

Would be a dull dream to dream about dreaming.

Unless dreaming was your superpower.

Superpowers are almost never dull.

Except superstrength. Why weight?

Only so much heavy lifting can accomplish.

This site with all its wonderful ways forms a record of when and where wonder fell.

Wonderfell, an apt title.

The right name in magic and in measure means everything.

To contain the possibility to hold the meaning of everything possible about the thing is the function of a name.

Like your own.

The word is a storehouse for all the dreams of the word.

The Days Wonderfell.

Take care, do something good on purpose, and make a better day.