I love snow. The way it flutters down, peacefully, without a sound or care. The way it smooths the world

Oh my, but it must have been a bit worrying, a post like this one followed by several days of no writing.

There are many awesome people in my life. I’d say too many to count, but I am conservative enough to know who my real family and friends are.

You might have already guessed that I am a perfectionist. It think it shows, the way this place looks and feels, they way I write even.

I’m on a quest. It started last Wednesday, but I was waiting to see its stability in intent before the announcement.