A wink, a kiss on the cheek

Hello darling: I'm sorry I haven't written, but you know, it's just that, everything catches my eye - collecting shiny leaves, chasing raindrops, the dewy, cool evening breeze up here, and it's all just so much sexier than typing, you know. And besides, when I'm almost never here that means that things are really, really lovely with me - gorgeous, really - so even when there's no post here it's really sort of a smile, wistful-like, a promise that I'm off somewhere, running free and really having fun this time. I'll write more. I'll try, I promise. Last night I found an old box of buttons that my grandmother collected in the '30s, the '40s? and I was so, so blown away by how special and pretty each one was. They all had a story, and so do I. Right now, a great one, a really big one, but it's not for telling here. I'm saving it, for next time I see you. 'Til then...