Hint of Sky

Winter has been far too long for me! I can't wait for springy green things again, and flowers with petals soft as silk tears...

*Actual roses beneath all this snow, I promise

I used to judge myself a total failure as a writer because I couldn't make my ink bloom beautifully and consistently year round. But you know what? Even nature needs its fallow spells, its winter chill, naked branches and solitary shivers that go straight down to the soul. Sometimes, detritus is required to make rich loam for fresh imaginings.

I've been on planet Earth for almost 4 decades now, and I still don't know where my stories will take me next...but there is light in my basement window again, and I treasure that hint of sky.