I'm really sorry that I'm so quiet lately... but you see, it's cold outside, and the bare branches on the trees and the seeds frozen under the soil keep telling me that I can't sleep, there's too much to be done.
It's just that it's so hard to be always all at once on the mend and on the break. It's hard to post to a beautiful happy-looking site when winter is grey and sullen, the radio stations keep playing the same songs, and the pop-up ads just keep coming and coming (because someone didn't send them the memo... when God said multiply and replenish the earth, he didn't mean Internet advertising).
I need to be alone; I need to be surrounded. I need your shelter; I need my space. I have to have sunshine; I have to have snow. I need to write; I need to close my eyes. I have to stop complaining; I have to stop listening to you. I need to drive; I need to walk. I have to notice; I have to turn away.
And all the while, I have your eyes, watching me in the mirror.