The Return of the Muse

To find things we never even thought to look for while seemingly unable to find the things which we so desperately seek. Is serendipity not the greatest irony of all?

My muse is at once omnipresent and elusive; concrete yet wispy. She comes and goes in her own whimsical way and once again, she has returned to me to be the words etched onto lavender scented parchment. Perhaps I'll ask her to stay this time.