Back in the city, back in my white flat wedged up high in the sky, and back here, I feel brand new in some ways but still, with the same old tricks. A hat you’ve seen before, the same sort of shaggy mohair I always wear, white off brand kicks and a book dangling from my hand. Same old but I need a second before I can get this blog back on track. There are 3 suitcases abandoned at my front door, standing upright and brimful. I have boxes of beautiful things I bought I want to share, as well as books I read and words I wrote late at night over the break. But for now, all I have are the same old tricks and a ‘be right back’ grey faux mohair note. I just need a second or three to get back on my blogging feet.