Return

This cold needs to go away. Barring that, I feel like I'm back.

Even though it's still pretty damn chilly out, I feel like I'm coming out of hibernation. Not a physical hibernation, but kind of an emotional hibernation. I'm getting my groove back.

I'm not settling back into any ruts or anything, but I'm just... back. I've been in a lull, in a kind of listless state. I'm seeing new seedlings sprout within my soul. And it is good. I guess now I just have to be a constant gardener. Like Ralph Fiennes in that movie that was nothing about gardening.

Cold, cold, go away!