I’m starting to distinguish between isolation and solitude.
Never has my neighborhood loop seemed so nice as when I walked it alone this morning, when the sun whispered its secrets through the leaves, when the dew shone as diamonds never can, when the wind mistook me for yet another lone tree…
I was nowhere near alone, and though waking in time to stroll through the still long morning shadows seemed like quite an accomplishment to me, the backpacked children awaiting the school bus would likely disagree.
But it’s a start. And I’m about to explore–the forests and the stars and the depths of my mind. (Time to dig out the hiking boots and the telescope!)