I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists

If you want your own distinctive voice, you first have to become someone.

Ambition or contentment? This simple question led me back to a more balanced view of life and put me in touch with the Me I used to know.

Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night.

When I think of you it's with tears, because no one else has such delicate hands that can reach into my soul and calm my fears.

It must be hard when you are a beautiful woman and no one will look at your soul.

Dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field.