This is me, starting something new today. You know that funny place you're at sometimes, for days or months on end, where you wonder (and face a crisis) over whether you're doing anything meaningful? Or you wonder what meaningful means at all? I've been suppressing an urge to write this happily, this freely- for ages. I write, a little. I've been reading much more over the past year (here's looking at you, Kindle!). But I want to write more, again. A lot more. For now, I'm doing this for myself. And so it is.. :)

The picture is one of my favourite places, taken by one of my favourite people. Oh mild snow, how I love you.