I have nothing to tell right now. I am far from the mark of where I want to be, and I’m making steady moves toward my mark. I don’t hate, I am not in love, but I do love, I love what I do, I love how I am, I love living in the world. I’m peaceful; I am not calm. I am reading as much as possible, on new subjects. I can feel the springtime coming. My dreams are full of movement, skates, hills, wind, and a dangerous sea.