Fallen sky. Photo by Katelyn Avery.
The sky isn’t coming down, but changes are. Winter, my handsome guest, is leaving. Spring does eventually grow on me but green grass doesn’t beat sledding hills. This is my opinion not a fact from southern Connecticut.
My hands are slowly moving back, but the hug isn’t complete. Connecticut’s winter may last deep into March but April doesn’t take in stragglers. That eviction notice will come and the new resident Mr. Springtime will move in.
Mr. Winter will be missed but I will be a gracious neighbor. Many activities can be done in the spring. I won’t even think about snow after a while. Mr. Spring and I can form a friendship, but it won’t be closer than my winter bond.
Are you certain you want to be a journalist and NOT a novelist?
I just want to write. Katelyn The Writer was an option, but many other blogs have writer in the title.
My blog is for anything I want to write. Whether it be a first person feature article, or a nature story. Thanks for the comment. Comments rock.
Actually it was a compliment for your natural descriptive ability.
Oh I never thought it was negative. I just thought you were telling me to write a book or something. Thank you for your compliment.
By your writing, I could see you had the talent to just that.
Thanks. Back at you. I like your blog too.