Oscar Wilde said, "He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry they dare not realise." (The Picture of Dorian Grey) So sometimes, even though I very much love writing here, I get caught up in living. I always miss it, I am always thrilled to return, but I never regret taking time to do what I truly love, to live the poetry.
So no apologies here, but a great big hug, an "imissedyougreatly," and I cannot wait to share my recent adventures.
And, for curiosity's sake, a little clue at where the road has taken me. (You know I love a teaser!) Hint: not one, but 2 very different destinations!