Today is the first blog I've written in almost a year.

I feel a sense of betrayal..much like I do when I forget to write in my journal and the pages expose this huge gap of time ...

every page a week. A month.

A year.

There's something about the fall.

The energy is different. The air is brimming with ideas ... an overflow of words dancing against a blustery landscape.

And it's dark too.
That always makes for a good story.