i am wynter. believer. flower child.

some, random dwellers in a bovine land, called forth to god, thought he would understand. brought bugles and gewgaws all smelt of gold, random trinkets given in moments of old and, waited on the mount for the fireworks to show. four days later the fires did start, from tinder and flint or some other man's spark. too bad for the prophets that god was unseen, they burnt them all crispy and threw them to sea.

classic rock, adventure, nature, funny people, traveling, guitar, theatre, animals, 60's, mexican food, art, books, change, fashion, open-mindedness, green tea, and movies.

If you read...you'll know.