"I wonder if the Railway misses us," she said, plaintively. "We never go to see it now."
"It seems ungrateful," said Bobbie; "we loved it so when we hadn't anyone else to play with."
Edith Nesbit had a way with words. I'm not sure I can find a better way to describe how I've been feeling about this blog.
I used to visit every day, but I rarely do so now, and as the days go on, I have an uneasy feeling about that. It seems ungrateful.
I used to love it so - the worlds it helped me uncover, the people it helped me meet, the conversations I used to have.
And so, a little like the Railway Children, I thought I'd come back and wave - wondering if anyone still passes by and hoping that someone out there might wave back.
Let me know how you are, tell me what you've been up to, and if you're feeling indulgent, help me come back and play.