It's early and I'm knocking the dust off my brain. The alarm buzzed at 4:30 and I didn't want to get out of bed. Carefully rising so as not to wake Gwen, she somehow slipped herself under my arm during the night without waking me. She's gotten pretty good at that. Steam rolling over the edge of my styrofoam cup, and I know that they're bad for the environment, and probably me as well. It's cold as hell outside and I don't want to move, this chair seems as good a place as any to spin my web of words. A web of words is better than a web of lies, you merely have to rearrange them in order to dig yourself out. Trust me, I know. I spend hours arranging words in a very specific order so that you might feel me. So many minutes carefully choosing the right order so that I might better understand myself. On humble mornings such as this I like to marinate in the calm that didn't always come so easily, especially in a place that so easily works my nerves. But not today, I'm in a different place. My mind is already on spring even though it's 20° outside. It'll be on its way shortly. I'm ready to do some cleaning in different areas of life, and life springs this time of year. It's the natural cycle. Mother nature has her way whether we like it or not, and this time I'll agree with her. I can think of nothing more peaceful than flowing side by side with life as it does what it does. At least for today I'll try to go with it, and see where it takes me.