Upside down or right-side up, a true bond lasts forever.
Happy Lunar New Year! If anyone hears a rooster call from the skies tomorrow, don’t worry. That’s just the Year of the Rooster starting.
This came up during a game of Cards Against Humanity.
And you gave all the candy away during the holidays…
Happy New Year!
Drawn with iPad Air 2. Colored in Photoshop.
On the longest and darkest nights, it’s hard to go on. Friends are hard to find, even if they’re close by. Oft times, we lose our way and find ourselves alone. Why look to the sky, when the clouds hide all light?
I’ve lost my way before, flailing this way and that. Up and down and all around, I’ve flown. Methinks I didn’t think far enough ahead. ‘Twould not be the first time, and neither the last.
Clumsy a knight I may be, I must press on. So says the thought that carries me so. ‘Twould not do to stay in place, or all alone. What I seek is there, and I need but look.
For in time, we learn our way through darkness. In time, the hands of friends come by. If I can shine a guiding light, then let it be so! If not me, then I follow the friend who does!
The longest, darkest nights stretch far and wide, but the world turns, and so dawn will come. When, I do not know, for the night hides even time. ‘Twould not do to stop and give up now.
Let us travel together, through all our troubles. When the slightest hint of light glimmers up ahead, to new horizons we shall go, my friends.
To new horizons, we shall go!
Happy Holidays from our new pal, Snowball!
Was it wrong to dream of a peaceful world,
A place where trust and friendship reign?
Was it wrong to dream of a safe world,
Where healing and solace are always near?
Was it wrong to dream of a happy world,
A place where laughter abounds?
Was it wrong to dream of a better world,
Where understanding mends all conflict?
Was it wrong to dream at all?
To think dreams could be made real?
In ages past, only birds could fly.
The moon watched beyond our reach.
The world’s true shape went long unknown,
As did the highest peaks and deepest depths.
Why not, then, dream of peace?
Why not dream of safety?
Why not dream of joy
And change for the better?
Was it wrong to dream before?
Is it wrong to do so now?
Shall we dream? Dare we?
Another great escape for our crafty turkey!
A cat witch did it.
A wheel of fortune.
A leaf crumbles, and its pieces scatter, flying through the sky.
A symbol of loss, or hope to be found? Who can say when the pieces are gone?