Solitude

It’s a solitary journey. Something you do alone. And if you do it long enough it becomes the sweetest thing you’ve ever done. The sweetest thing you’ve ever felt. Like a warm bed dressed in the eastern sun. Like forests quiet with snow. You wake up and there’s six inches of powder  on the earth. A light dusting. You put your boots on. The slender angles of morning slink through your window. You are free. You are free.

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