I'm just sitting here in my comfortable cocoon of woodstove warmth, looking out at the setting sun and the sparkling interplay of light and shadows on ice and snow and water along the river. Everywhere surprising hues of golds and greens, yellows and fiery oranges, blues and violets and royal purples. A paintbox full of glorious color where most would expect the scene to be rendered in strictly black and white.
It's been awhile since my last post. Why puzzles even me. I truly don't know. Laziness, most likely. Certainly not apathy. Or lack of time…though energy has occasionally been hard to muster. Possibly I suffer from some heretofore recessive gene now manifesting and given to whispering incessantly, urging me to partake of hibernation's joys.
I have been reading and thinking and sitting around a lot. But not doing much extra snoozing that I notice. On the other hand, Myladylove says I'm turning into something of a bear, though I'm not sure that's recent news. Truth be told, I've been something of a bear most of my life; age has simply refined rather than mellowed these predilections.
At any rate, rest assured or be forewarned—I have every intention to get back to my sorta-regular posting frequency. If not this week, then next, or at least as soon as I can kick-start my currently oscitant spirit.