always winter

It isn't so much that I have something to say but I that I want to reestablish my presence here. It feels much like dipping my toes into the water. Had I not taken myself out of here, there'd be no need to come back in so hesitant a manner. But here I am. I go very very far when I'm thinking right. Projects. Back to my stories. Where have I been in February? If I sit down and really see it clearly and string together a sentence for every thought I had all this time...