After suppressing it to a small flicker, the urge to write is returning to me slowly. With time, after immersing myself back in literature, the old prose engine should be at least sputtering.
Back from Seattle accompanied by digital photographs and new friends (Sam, Chrissy...) and potential long-term friends (Jon); unfortunately we will only be communicating via Internet/Snail mail/tele until one of us decides to visit the other.
I miss my best friends. I miss being so close to cultural openings, good food, good music, great people and beautiful surroundings, above and around me.
I have a feeling that this year is going to be more rough than the last, but I have more strife and courage and energy.