Haven't had any...solitude that is.
Can't seem to find some either.
In the subdivision and the city, there is nowhere to go for solitude.
No escape from people.
I like people, just not all the time.
I would like to go and have some time to myself to just think.
I will have to find a way to do that.
Until I can I will leave you with my favorite poem.
I WANDERED lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude; (the single greatest line ever written)
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Your tired and irritable blogger,