One of my favorite things is solitude.
Outside my window it’s dark; a night owl’s delight.
I am thinking detachment must be the order of this night.
From the kitchen come the sounds of silence and the distant echoes of a chime.
I am wearing layers and layers to keep me from the cold.
I am reading the life of Edna O’Brien who weaves her words with magic, beauty and mysticism.
I am hearing a voice, a sigh.
I am hoping all will be well.
Around the dimming room are swirls and curls, reflections from the bamboo shades.
I am going to linger awhile on my creation.
I am creating a dream,
I am thankful every moment for so much, so much, so much.
Here is picture thought I am sharing.
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