Hello, July. You didn't exactly sneak up on anyone, did you? It felt like it was June for three months, at least. The hot. The hotter. The rainy mornings. The rainy afternoons. On and on.
I am happy that July is here. If my life were made into a cheesy cartoon starring a number of cute forest animals, this would be the point where we'd stumble upon a clearing, and see something good in the distance, like a lake or a city populated by similar cute forest animals.
Oh, this is not to imply that I am out of the woods.
But I am getting there. I am reading my eyes out. I am finally writing again. I have a little fiction here and some new poems here. I think this might just turn out okay. Fingers crossed.