we all fall down.

happy mutha-F*n' Fall.
today's the big one,
the autumnal equinox.
the first day of the best season out of all four of 'em.
it's time for super color-change leaf-peepin',
face-stuffin' harvest-tide feastin',
and the famous fryeburg fair all the falafel i can force into my foodhole.
my favoritest time of year, ya'll.
and it's on.
right now, even as i type this,
it's Fall outside.
it could just be me,
but the air smells even better than it's usual luscious woodsly terrificness.
Fall, ya'll.
i'm sayin';
so good.
we lit stuff on fire last night,
to mark the mighty transfer of quadrant sky power
with a raisin' up of some hottness and some night-light-watchmanship.
as usual,
it rocked my socks right off of my body.
small routines, like the eventide flameblasting we're on about over here,
become traditions before you know it.
if i have to span an hour between dinnertime and before-bedtime
bringing the muotherflippin' heat and hellfire down on my driveway,
then so be it.
the cannonlike funnel of the chiminea makes for some awesome pictures, too.
i mean,
isn't that some sh!t, son?
the flashburn calligraphy laserbeam lightshow?
c'mon.
it's like an ocean of fireflies being blasted out of an undersea volcano.
you know you like it.

we used some wood from a weird tree on the front lawn.

no,

nobody axe-warriored a live tree down for no reason.

obviously,

part of it was dead,

and uncle steven viking berserker-ed it into little logs of fire food.

nice.

days off should all start with excellent nights like this one.

there is absolutely no acceptable substitute for taking time for yourself,

with a greedy grabhanded chokehold, if need be,

and making some moments of magic.

we got it like that up here.

it's poppin',

and not just because the wood is a little wet still;

(that's what she said?)

never quiet, never soft.....