It has been light for an hour now..more actually.. the dismal swamp, which we call our wetlands, is absolutely teaming with birds this morning, deer too and now a reddish fox that is a delight to see but keeps my cat indoors at night out of fear and continued life (the cat is 14 and no dummy). My wife just took the dog out for a walk along our country road and I can hear her footsteps now 100 yards away (give or take) it is that quiet.
Solitude doesn't mean being alone as much as it means being insulated...perhaps from noise and all the stuff that makes for the trappings of civilization. Obviously we need people around us just to stay human but...well the but is remember the blind hermit in Mel Brooks' Young Frankenstein...don't you just wish that every once in a while you could wake up to quiet, no phone ...god no cell phone...no twitter..no facebook, email or text.
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