Summer winds and dodecahedrons

I'm mentally worn, physically ready to go. I don't know why, exactly. Death so wonderful.

When we ask for trials and difficulties, we have to be prepared for what comes. I asked for this, I knew I was signing up for this, and so I simply must persevere through the open and cloudy skies.

I have nothing to give as an offering other than what I'm trying to give every day here.