I "met" someone about a week ago... A stranger living across the ocean, and something clicked or turned or fell in just the right place.  And suddenly I found myself in a place where I don't really write as much as pull words from the air around me and trap them down on paper in ink.   More of a translator of the silence than anything else.  Stories and poems and songs and even love... are all just sitting in the quite still air waiting to be noticed and felt and heard and written down.  It has all been said and done before... but now, right now, I can just hear it louder and clearer than ever before.