i've been fighting an internal quiet lately. a kind of sadness that time is passing and i'm hitting the equivalent of writers block in a few things i'm doing. other things are going well. i'm trying to focus on that. things can change and get better, but it won't happen without doing them and looking for openings. it's easy to keep going when things are good, vital when they're hard.
there's frost out this morning. snow further west.