it’s winter again!
There are very few really stark black and white stories.
As the first storm of the season blankets what remains of fall I can feel inspiration seeping from every pore.
I’m a child of winter.
All of my major life events have occurred in the winter months.
The snow swirls and floats outside my window and I’m reminded of those snow globes that contain tiny little worlds encased in permanent blizzards.
I can’t wait to begin another winter series…