A New Spring

It's nearing the end of May and approaching a year since this blog began. I've been absent from writing in fact for quite some time. Busy with my life and thoughts, I suppose, but unfortunate that by not writing them down I have lost something into the distance and depth of time.

Writing is something of a gift; a desire wrapped in delicate paper; a light without weight but heavy with potential. And with each moment passed, each word unwritten, the preverbal pen gets heavier to lift for the next time.

I can only focus on the moment and try to write something somehow. There's so much in my head to get out I think.

What happens next, I can not say.

It is cold tonight, but why I can not say. Days have gone by, some good, some not. But to sit by the ocean with amber beer can only be good.