Knowing Your Nature

Branches whip madly above my head as we walk along a mountainside that’s alternately damp, earthy forest and golden-haired meadows. With his growth potion (aka me – he’s on my shoulders) my young friend Kylan is among the trees. Kylan, when not making the most of his childhood, is an alchemist, who happens to make …

Wes

Today a close friend of mine died.   He seemed to be ever present, ever entertaining.   He was a calming presence and knew just when you needed a lift up.   In a word, he was consistent.   He will be dearly missed.   He was a wasp named Wesley.   My wasp friend, …