I am not washed and beautiful, in control of a shining world in which everything fits, but instead am wandering awed about on a splintered wreck I’ve come to care for, whose gnawed trees breathe a delicate air.

-Anne Dillard

I have a new job, a new journal, and springtime in a new city; now is as good a time as any to fall back in love with writing, whether I have the time or not.