I love my solitude, being alone
out on the lake, paddling the
uninhabited
shores; or a long walk down a
wooded trail,
confronting myself and the unknown
around
me, the snap of a twig, somewhere,
beyond,
within; even a journey’s drive to
town, or further
still, watching the lines ahead go
swiftly by
accompanied by the radio filling
the space,
alone here and undisturbed. But, as
has been said
about too much of a good thing, it
can be painful,
solitude turning to loneliness,
lacking the company
of another soul, someone, anyone, alone,
too, perhaps,
needing companionship, intimacy,
love, on this journey
we take, a journey begun in solitude to find ourselves in others.
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