Setting foot in the library gives me butterflies. 

The vibrant pallet of an Autumn day makes my heart skip a beat. 

I love stars sprinkled over a summer sky...the icy whisper of a first snow...laughter around the crackles of a campfire...gingerbread warming the air...a fan of creamy book pages and the smell of stories wafting from their flutter... 

My bookish heart aches to capture it all. My soul sings because my Maker already has.

You too? I thought I was the only one. Kindred spirits are not so scarce after all. 

"You have the itch for writing born in you. It's quite incurable.
​What are you going to do with it?"
- L. M. Montgomery -