My personal QQs, (quotable quotes).
Solitude is nature’s way of saying slow down and count the snowflakes.
I wrote and posted this one last December,
when the house was quiet, the weather mild and winter was not yet upon us. Only
a few flakes floated to the ground that morning and melted upon landing. I ached
for a storm. The kind which keeps you in by the fire while someone else shovels
and plows.
The kind with soup simmering
on the back burner and fresh onion rolls warming in the oven.
The solitude, of which I spoke, came,
and came, and came, and came again, each Monday until I switched from soup to warm my soul to Vitamin
D ointment for my cracked cuticles. I went from snuggling on the couch in front
of the fire to chipping ice off the back deck with my husband’s ax.
So much for solitude. When it
speaks to me again all I want it to say is, “snow, what snow, it’s gone for
good”.
What does solitude say to you?
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