How It Came To Be

      I was always one of the writing types. Poetry, novels, short stories, quotes; they meant everything to me. I can never keep a diary on a day-to-day basis, but I love the feel of a smooth lead on paper, or the glide of ink, or the rhythmic clacking of a keyboard. Life to me is a golden web of pawprints, paint, and fantasies. I took my hamster to Yosemite, and he was probably the first hamster to see the thundering beauty of Bridalveil Falls. I spend hours on end drawing randomly, and painting watercolor washes that resemble watered-down rainbows. And fantasies. I live for the fantasies I find between the pages of a dusty book, in the transparent wings of a butterfly, and in the bubbling of a running brook. And here is where my pawprints, paint, and fantasies led me to. A blog. I can't believe I never thought of it before. Happies!