A Winter Walk

I love my husband and our children and my friends but, sometimes . . . my soul yearns to be alone.  Perhaps it is selfishness, but I feel so liberated in solitude.  And, I truly do love a companion, but when I am alone I am free to talk with the trees, eavesdrop on the river and birds, pause to stare up at the sky for as long as I feel inspired to and smile secretly at my folly without inhibition.  When I am alone I believe in the fairies and feel mischievous enough to stomp in the muddiest of puddles.  

And, now that I've had my time, I am willing to share my lone wanderings with you . . . come along and be my companion.