checking in

spring has finally arrived, and with it came fresh air filling lungs like balloons that lift up up and away. the color green has returned to the world's palette in every shade - a light tender green, almost translucent starts off the races.

mum's the word lately, for no reason other than the pleasure of quiet. i could complain about this or that, the past or present. sometimes i do, but not here. not anymore. i don't know the reason for continuing, other than i have always liked that i have a place to write called escapekey. it's hard to let go of a clever moment and a comfortable retreat, but is that purpose enough? words leave and drawing takes its place. i have no scanner, nor desire to share. so this is where i shrug and end the post.