En route to Paris.
It has been nearly a month—has it only been that long?—since my last update, so I'm writing to say, very briefly, that I'm alive and well, that it has been a great month indeed, that in that month I've seen much: Italy and Slovenia and Croatia and Bosnia and Turkey and Holland and Belgium—and now France once more!
Please forgive the lengthy intermission; I've spent the better part of these past weeks traveling with the very best companion one could ask for, and I'm only just now, after her sad departure, returning to the pad and the pen. Updates will be coming soon, and they'll be rough and hasty—they're always rough and hasty, but for now especially so—and they'll come in great granules of time and space, for the memories are already fading, under siege by those newer and stronger, and so I must work quickly.
In the meantime, I hope your spring has brought some of its own wonder and charm, that your precious days are finding themselves full of adventure or splendor or love or peace, or all of the above.