Not really the end

Tonight marks the end of 31 days of posting, NaBloPoMo. It has been challenging not only to remember to post every day, but also to find something remotely interesting and creative to write about. It's for that reason alone that I won't be participating this next month.

"What?" you say. "But it's the shortest month of the year!"

And you would be correct, but for me blogging each and every day has been more about quantity than it has quality. I'm not willing to let this blog fall into that trap. I set up "Tales" to have a forum to express myself away from email, or Facebook, or any of a number of other social media sites. I want to be deeper and more thoughtful than any of those other outlets encourage me to be.

Don't get me wrong, I adore those places and most days I practically live there. But when I come here I want more. I don't want to tell you in 140 characters or less that I saw a leaf today. I want to tell you that it floated to the ground right in front of me, wafting through the sunlight and resting on a puddle from last nights' rain shower. I want to describe the exact color of gold, and how there is still just a hint of green along the edges and that maybe it's the only leaf of its kind. Ever.

And see? I'm already well over 140 characters.

So I'm saying goodbye to NaBloPoMo, but not to all of you. I'll see the rest of you in just a few days.