I have alone time. Daily. Like now. In the wee hours of
morning. Even my cats are put away. In their room. Unable to roam the house. I have
no interruptions. Only peace. Solitude. Quiet. Time to think. To write, too.
Oh, what divine pleasure. Even when I’m living with my Italian true love. I
find ways to cloister myself. For a
while. Time to replenish and refresh my soul/spirit. Some days, I’m alone virtually round the
clock. All day. With one exception. I’m in touch with my true love. One way or
another. Usually on Skype. Or telephone. Or email. We never miss a day. Both of
us. We treasure each other. But still, we need alone time. A retreat. Precious
solitude. As endearing and sustaining as precious love. –Jim Broede
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