I stand on the hill as the sun goes down. The sky is a fading orange. I look to the horizon as the day merges into night. The sky is growing darker but I am not afraid. I am alone up here, I am my sole companion. No one is around me for miles and miles. It is cold up here, even with my favourite jacket I’m freezing. Yet I can only feel free here. I can only feel free when I am alone. For even in the depths of this solitude I am at piece. I am alone but I am not lonely.
The Icognito Writer: Solitude | Copyright 2017