Day dreams about solitude, high up in the mountains.
Reading, writing, gardening,
blissful silence, yet full of the music surrounding me.
Not to be disturbed, only by the whispers of clouds and gentle birdsong outside of my window.
Rain pats down on broad leaves.
It's peaceful; I don't move.
Standing by the open door with steam from fresh brewed tea kissing my cheeks, I smile to myself, by myself.
I've never felt so warm.