A trip lasting forever.

Solitude. Maybe that’s what I cherish. More than anything. Solitude. The nicest part of living alone. Oh, I like to be with people, too. Especially my Italian amore. But even when we are living together, we both need breaks. Periods of solitude. To be off by one’s self. For reflective moments. For escape. Into the inner sanctum.  Being alone without being lonely. Along an isolated seashore. Or in a primeval forest. Or like tonight. Sitting in quiet solitude. At home. Musing. About what it would be like. In the perfect harmony of solitude. Drifting. Drifting. On a grand tour of the cosmos. A solitary trip lasting forever.  --Jim Broede