The Muse is funny that way - how she comes and goes, pokes, teases, spurs interests, drops hints and adds kindling to the fire. I'm not sure what it was that brought her back in my life - perhaps it was seeing my empty easel every morning during my yoga practice, perhaps it was the way my niece and nephew bragged "Our Aunt Kristen, she's a really, REAL artist," perhaps it was driving past that gorgeous produce stand every day...or the taste of those tomatoes.
My dear Muse, whatever coaxed you back to my spirit, I'm happy you're here and will enjoy you for as long as you stay.
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