Finding Solitude


My soul revels in off-season.  Bitter wind whistling on a barren beach.  Mitten hands currled around a hot drink as the sun peeks sleepily over the horizon.

Shuttered windows…

Shortened hours…

That’s my time, and I am used to having it all to myself.

Back in the fast lane…

Back to reality…

My day has come to an end.  Finally I am rewarded with silence…

but I am still yearning for that precious solitude.


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