I went outside tonight,

newspaper in hand, on my way to the recycling bin, and paused for a second to look at the night sky, deepened beyond blue into the dusky azure that heralds the advent of warmer weather. In the dead of winter the sky is brilliantly black and dotted with sparkling diamonds; but as the summer slowly approaches there is a cobalt stain applied to the heavens and promises lovelier things to come.

I haven't much time for anything anymore, but I've missed this blog and crept back here tonight to remind myself why I began writing at all.

Hopefully this warm season will revive what was lost as the last one approached; that I will be able to write freely and haply once more.

Duty calls, there is homework yet to do. Bon soir, mes amies.

It was a very good year

Today I am twenty-one years old. My main objection to this milestone is that all my relatives and friends have been calling me and saying, "Do you feel any different yet?"

Aside from that it today was fairly lovely, as I have been lavished with presents and money, and fed royally. My birthday dinner was veal, with a nice Leidersburg red, and pavlova for dessert, with a rather fabulous bottle of Chateau Ychem.

Tomorrow I go back to UF, laden with new clothes, orange and blue nail polish, and the beginnings of a decent wine cellar. I hope I'll have more time/inspiration to write come this new semester, both fiction and this rambling blog.

Happy New Year everyone!