ahhh . . . an evening alone. A soft breeze whispering through the window and meanders about the bookshelves rustling papers and pages. Time to attend to the mundane and necessary Spring cleaning I suppose.
No silence with open panes, not in the city. No quiet even in the wee hours of morning here. I miss the stillness of the country and will gladly trade sounds soon I hope.With all the stress and constant ugly around me, I find my creativity lost a good bit of the time and the interrupting chaos nearly unbearable. I have been here now nearly three years and it is time to go back where I belong methinks. At last a bit of Spring has finally arrived to warm the bones and cast shadows from sunshine! It has been a long bitter Winter to be sure! A bit too long really.Looking around, I find the thought of moving overwhelming but necessary. I am a gatherer and will need to get organized and ready to travel. I am however excited and looking forward to being close to family and friends again . . . and to feel these feet planted once again at home.~♥~
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