“A campfire crackles from the woods demise, as it is it’s nature to become the fire. The glowing amber’s light flickers bright, casting the moving shadows in the open night that has forever been filled by the stars above. A simple plume of smoke finds it’s way to the heavens through the untroubled air. This is a time to suspend disbelief and listen to the imagined truth. A truth which snuggles with the minds of those who know no bounds to the creative thought. It is a time for folly. It is a time for a tale told, under a blue moon.”