Stumbling through the treehouse door, the mixed scent of warm cookies and freshly cut grass set my mind reeling. Had I really forgotten what the treehouse was like? I'm sure no one remembers me from before, since I spent most of my time in the shadows, finding immense pleasure in following the myriad of conversations taking place on a given day.

Yet here I find myself, returning for the comfort of welcoming minds and ideas. Yearning to be a part of something bigger, to find those who will enjoy prodding me to tell the stories in my head that are trying to break free. Hoping to somehow create, respond, move forward, grow.

Well, welcome back stranger. You're not the first to come back recently, I think there are three of you now.

I think everything I would normally say you know already so have fun fun looking around and don't forget to join in esp. with your stories.