after halloween we start Christmas... what a weird calendar the usa has.
ad at&croft did quite well with a song containing the lines "nightingale don't fly away" which re-nforced this same iamge from another direction. the Nightingale inquestion, the perceived Voice of Love.
the Tree becomes the staff, the Serpently growing it's way to sky and sun, roots gnarling, penetrating, shaping, looking curved and bending, but taking the real route to the source.
I stand there to tel us who we are, as we approach It.
"we come to find out how we are" ("we go" lyrcs and music by serpent wisdom, represented by j&b dances, all copyrights reserved.)