family day.

whoah.
i thought the Folk Life Fortress was a moving castle for a second.
huh?
no,
no earthquakes or tragedies of tectonic tremoring were influencing my confusion.
mostly, it was because of the howls.
howl's moving castle? y'know?
oh, c'mon.
howlin' wolves is more like it.
i've got a nephew named harlen.
that's like the deep-south-accented way of pronouncing howling.
umm, yeah.
it's a full moon,
and the cubs and i are all revved up and raring to rage.
the rain stopped.
ma nature wants us to burn a blazing barbarian bonfire, i guess.
that's cool with us.
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it's family day in the woodsly goodness.

that means muff's with blueberr's in 'em,
and with coconut/cinnamon/oatmeal/brown sugar streusel on top.
y'know,
so we've got nutrients to power-up our A*s for all the big fun.
...obviously.
canis lupus lupus.
the wolfen.
the woodsly goodness wouldn't have as much hot fire,
or loud thunder,
or fresh hardness for your face,
without the lunar influence of wolf-man warrior poetics.
and we've got the will,
and the wood,
and the matches,
to sing out our scalding skaldic stanzas all F*n' night.
that's right, mutha-b!tches.
it's werewolf family day.
fat moms and ugly kids had better be careful.
they're considered prey,
especially in the natural world.
we've got caves to explore, ninjas.
deep, steep steps,
big rocks,
and glacial action.
another family day,
another series of underground canyons.
we take it to eleven,
with just the four of us.
it's the last one, y'all.
the last day we're all together for a while.
school is starting,
weak-sauce connecticut is waiting,
and in the meantime,
while we've still got the strength and the will,
we're gonna live this last one.
so hard.
i'm grateful for the time i have been given.
i just wish there were more of it;
never quiet, never soft.....