Thursday, January 31, 2008. If I had words to make a day for you. I would make this day last for all time. It is that time . so 673 posts into this character . welcome to the fourth journal. Wednesday, January 30, 2008. I told him that as much as I would like to say it is all about control .

Sunday, December 12, 2010. A restful sleep, finally. I woke up with a start. What else would be new, when it came to me, he often knew me better than I did. He knew how to handle me and allow me to see clear. For now I will try to rest some more, as the sky brings about a new beginning. And I for one am thankful that the sky saw fit to return him home to the plains, and to bring him back to me. Some prophecies are meant to happen and will happen regardless of what we think or know. Seek and ye shall find.

Somewhere in the course of the last day, I am different. Maybe in this strange communication we have in silence, words will not be needed. Sometimes I think they complicate things when the looks passed back and forth, and the touches given speak much more and differently than what our words may say. Keeping as quiet as I could, not wanting to wake anyone. What had happened to my Master? I was worr.

Twisted fate of what will come, and things the wind have already blown away with the dance of colorful leaves across the cooling sky. This is what we open our eyes to everyday, wonder of what will be the first focus of sight, or clear thought after the dance of finger tips have counted each lash in a brush of strands of last nights dust swept away. Now, just have to find its meaning for me. Musings of a Haruspex of Tuchuks.