Dear Reader,

We are in a graveyard. My posts sit under the shade of ancient willow trees, freezing to the touch. Sometimes I wander about, making promises to tend to the weeds, to make things better, to return more often.

There are always reasons and excuses and words—so many words—I can use to explain. You know. You understand. I can say that I’ll be better, there will be more posts but we’re tired of those promises. 

I will plant more graves and pull spiderwebs from the tree limbs. The gates are open, you can leave, but I remain. I’ll stretch my legs. I look back at the person who created this place and smile at his ambition. I’ll hum and invite the others to come, but this is my home, and I am determined to keep it. 

Thank you for visiting; thank you for your time. You are lovely and you deserve all the best, and never let them tell you otherwise. 

Sincerely,

Montague