Wandering: Waiting, Worrying on the Cusp

Heart/Yoni/Cup Fungi. 

I don't ever recall chomping at the bit quite so hard whilst waiting for the Hunt. 

It is probably because I/we know this Winter was awfully warm & dry.
And the Spring was awfully warm & dry.
And the Summer has been awfully warm & dry.

And I think we are all just a little afraid that They might not return.

And then, without Them, who would we be? 

Who would I be?