Sometimes there just isn’t much to say. Winter continues on, long and cold and quiet. The world sleeps, creation waits, things lie dormant.
I am waiting, as patiently as I can manage, for the thaw.
“‘You strike me as impertinent, Miss Galinda,’ she said mildly.
’I have not yet struck you, Madame Morrible.’ Galinda delivered the daring line with her sweetest smile.”