Now Here!

If blue wasn't a color, which one would the sky pick for itself? Who can I ask these silly questions to but a blog reader? A reader, one who watches the open skies without trying to find its boundaries, admires and draws strength from its brightest blues and plucks stars of its black. I'm no sky though. Not even close. I'm just a little speck, and if you've read my earlier blogs or books, you'd know I'm a crazy little one!

So here I am, turned inside out to my readers again. Available in the black and white x-ray of my noise. Of my thoughts. Of the very essence of me!