Solitude

  Sometimes aloneness is an unwelcome companion. You cannot shrug him off and he grasps your hand, clammy fingers grabbing onto yours where friends are supposed to hold instead.
  When you choose to be alone, however, that is solitude. And solitude holds the promise of new ideas and breathes into you inspiration. For it is when you are enjoying your own company and basking in the promise of your future that happiness helicopters down like an autumn leaf or a freshly made snow flake and lands on your shoulder with a soft whisper.
  Solitude is immersing yourself in the adventures of Huckleberry Finn whilst perched on the limb of a tree, legs dangling, feet gently kissed by spring's promises of summer soon to come. And the birds echo the joyful melody that resonates through your heart as you bite into an apple and bask in the sun. The berries you squeeze beneath your fingers stain your hands with red and tattoo your skin with happy spring thoughts.
  Solitude is sinking into an old chair that has seen so much in its lifetime and could tell stories that would make you gasp in wonder and giggle in surprise. Your fingers warmed with a steaming mug of coffee, your nostrils greeted with scents of vanilla and cinnamon. Surrounded by light that dances across the table and flirts with the shadows on the wall, only to order them away with a spritely command.
  Solitude is not being blown away by the wind when weather is angry and earth is solemn. Stepping in puddles just because and taking the long way home because you like walking and thinking and the wind knows your problems and begs to carry them far away to the east, gone for a very long while, and possibly never to be seen again. The wind chimes sound like the choir of the breeze and they make you smile because you're happy to be alive and to be the only human around that hears their serenade.
  Solitude is sitting on a wooden bench and watching. Just watching. Wondering who that man was in his long lifetime and where that woman is rushing in such a hurry and flurry and bustle. Seeing two strangers meet and a flame sparks between them and you're not sure whether this is the beginning of a new romance or simply a happy serendipity but you wish them well. Watching not alone but in solitude
  And that's perfectly alright with you.