warmth and life are a faded memory, and the palette of grays that nature has chose besmear the world with doesn't help. gray skies, gray clouds; gray dirty old snow.
all is slush.
and then the cold & flu season comes to reap its terrible harvest of used tissues and expended sick days.
i tell you, dear readers, pro is a little burnt out. apologies for the gap in our communications, i daresay i have been letting this great big world get on top of me these past 2 weeks...something you cannot afford to do when you are only an inch high. i was spending some time being sick in
we have to be careful, don't we, to not let ourselves be snuffed out - to rekindle our own flame, and not allow the ill winds of fate to blow it out.
may your fires burn until the very last - all the way down.