Good morning Hivers. I'm sitting here, enjoying my tea and looking out of the window. I'm looking at the two doves in our tree. They like this tree, visit it a lot. I can see the attraction. They started

Hey you. Yes. You. I'm sorry I haven't read you more. I'm sorry I haven't engaged with you more. I think you deserve it, to have someone. I think you need it. It's just not as obvious as the air you breathe.

I love steemit. But the past two days I havn't really been on here for some reason. Not even to read articles or browse. I will come back no doubt

Well. I’m sitting in a library right now, feeling uninspired, uncreative. The area around me is drab, unoriginal, colorless. Not that I don’t like libraries. As a matter of fact I love libraries, to the

Sigh... It happened again: another passing passion driving by me. I bought this kantele a while ago, even livestreamed me playing it, but now I haven't played in weeks, until now: I picked it up, played

to uninspired to write at the moment

Because I just don't know.