Six years and one day, have I been blogging in this corner of the Internets.

Sometimes, it feels like it never stopped being spring in my mind and in here.  The buds always burst forth, and the words always want to say more than they mean.

Sometimes, the words mean even less than what they say; but sometimes, inspiration and perspiration collude elegantly and I can say that on that day, I felt I’ve accomplished something.

Let spring carry on her merry, psychotic tune.  Happy birthday, dear blog!