
bright at the top of the stairs
On my way out today. Dennis tells me I should come back in August, there'll be some sort of writer's retreat maybe I can help with. I'm there. I will be there.
Okay, I've given in, given up, given over. I'm driving to New Orleans on Tuesday morning, be there by noon. I will recreate myself again, rise from old ashes, bask and braise in the fires once more. I'm open to it all; bring it on.
(thanks to often absurd in the humid city for the brand new day pic!)