Blogging Day 2,830
Saturday @ six-seventeen a.m.S slips silently up the staircase, settles in at the screen.
She is sure, she has sensed the season changing for quite a while.
S wishes there were a sassy way to deliver the news.
S s s s . . . she ponders. All is still . . . nothing stirs.
You see, her blogging voice is spent, her writing spirit gone silent.
How then to strike just the right note of a swan’s song? Succinctly.
To say simply, she prefers to be doing others things – out there.
In the world, beyond the shiny silver monitor and slick black keyboard.
Sometimes she will miss this circle of communication. Surely, she will.
Miss the talented scrapbookers and splendid bloggers who formed her sphere of scrapperie;
virtual friends with whom she shared her memories, stories, and often strident soapbox opinions!
Still, S has not a single spiel more to share, not a smidgen.
A solstice has come for Snaps & Snippets.
Start no speculation, no secret lurks here, just a desire to scribe a new chapter.
It is settled and not a single bit of solace, succor or sympathy is required, dear readers.
S is satisfied to snap, snip and scrap in her sweet little studio . . .
sans a single soul spectating from cyberspace.
Sanguinely she sends this missive streaming and skips blithely down the stairs.
S -- in search of her next steps; she leaves us with her calling card.
And a smile.