...and straight on til morning. like peter pan, i believe, i believe, i believe.
there are no stars tonight. all day the weather was fitful and erratic, and tonight an arctic wind howls in the trees, bitter as the breath of kali-ma, harsh as the bite of hecate's claws. the die is cast, but whatever comes of this day's work comes not in my time, but in theirs.
i believe, i believe, i believe.