I went hiking today, my first into the escarpment in a month. The snow is gone, and the ground almost dry.

I have a great need to write, but have had tremendous difficulty sitting to do so.
This year has been challenging, and the final month of hard winter left me sad and feeling old.
It’s good to be out on the paths again. The trees surrounding me help to chase away the blues.

I think this is a good beginning.