Claud

An avid collector of your hopes and worries, a romantic at heart.

She thanks her fairies, for blessing her with people who know compassion down to an art.

For accepting her for who she is, who never fails to turn up,

in times of need as well as happiness, or just there for a loving hug.

I think the hardest for anything kind of writing, is starting - thereafter, the paper can seem to write itself.

These few days, I've been putting off writing for reading - taking things a little passively. Taking time for things to mend, for hearts to become whole again.

I am happy that this year is coming to an end, and even happier that I'm travelling with my best friends and taking the long awaited shopping trip. Holidays never sounded better and I feel I do need the break.

Rest is as important as play isn't it? After all when next semester ends, I don't know when I'll be resting for good (perhaps in my coffin?) or have time to imagine, think, write.

So with that, I'm going to give it my best shot at the article on the Geosphere. A small contribution nonetheless, but I hope it'll be memorable.