We’re heading into a winter storm this weekend.

If I could only wrap my brain to write again.

Winter came like an invisible cloak to my neck of the woods. Now its spikes will become visible in the most severe way.

Hope everyone is safe.

I’m wrinkling my face. Writing used to feel good. Now while it calls me back, I want to kick it in the balls.

Thanks for reading, lovelies.

Mel