I have a story that I want to tell. It’s big and it’s beautiful and it says just the thing I’m trying to say. But I can’t get a hold of it. It’s like a whisper on the other side of the room, a sound I know but can’t trace the edges of. It’s the one I’ve been feeling, working, writing, and wondering about.
I’ll get to it. I will. But for now, I’m focusing on the things I can see; the ridges on the dragons’ back, the way it curves in the light.
Keep creating,
Kate