yes, i have nothing to say.

for some reason in the mornings these days it feels like spring. even though there is three feet of snow waiting to melt into my basement. i feel like i'm on the edge of something, or maybe nothing, but either way i'm not unhappy.

i am saying nothing and enjoying my gentle bubble. i am watching the sky be blue and the birds return and knowing that, as B says, And it doesn't really matter where, when, or how love comes along. It's always a gift, isn't it?

i'd only add to that, no matter how long it lasts.