I guess I'm just a heart-on-sleeve type of human being.

There's nightingales calling, shooting stars falling, like jewels in the rain.

It's amazing, the amount of detail and thought that goes into just an average day. Between the things you see on the news, or on the subway, or whatever, it all gets in there. You sort of shut most of it out, but it all goes in.

And come, blue deeps! magnificently strown With coloured clouds - large, light, and fugitive.

In the creative act, you kind of reach down and look for things that will, when put together, create an emotional effect.

October's gold is dim — the forests rot, The weary rain falls ceaseless, while the day Is wrapped in damp.

I'm absolutely flooded with a raucous energy to get out into the world and tell my story again. I feel like this is spring. After a period of shriveling, out come the leaves.