Mountains are calling once again. I dare say, anyone who lives in Alberta said that cliche phrase at least once a skiing winter or hiking summer seasons. Yet, they truly are calling.

I have been absent and reticent on pretty much every social media source that I used to enjoy filling up with my presence. This strange, no longer awkward hesitation to post, share, publish, dragged me much deeper than I thought and instead of creating content just to stick to a schedule, with no heart in it, I postponed. I remember last year my mind trembled from a load of ideas and my body from enthusiasm. New projects that I finally had extra time for were completed in a matter of days. Words were flowing, catching up with imagination, and all I had to do was to write them down.

Glossa to Emily Dickinson's "It's all I have to bring today."
Publishing a poem for the very first time in this blog. I thought of an unbearable cold, an inevitable desire to escape it, and trees, alleys of blooming trees. 

After wasting time on some random internet quizzes that by no means revealed me the slightest sense of what exact talent is awaiting for me to discover it, I sat down and, started typing hoping to shed some light on my unorganized thoughts. One can say such action of putting mind back to work after browsing the internet could be observed as a talent. I say, let's keep digging. It is a question that bothered me time after time since the day I overheard my music teacher saying to my mama that while my sister had a natural inclination, talent if you will, I, contrarily had all perseverance in the world. Not at all confused or offended, I, however, started wondering where does a talent start as a natural ability, and where would it end without hard work and sacrifice. Also, another bothersome issue followed the first one: could two people, one with natural ability and another one with a burning desire and constant striving to achieve the same level of success?