Saturday, February 5, 2011


I have the house to myself this weekend, for the first time in months.

And though I love the company of my husband, there is something luxurious about waking up, making tea and eggs, firing up the heat and opening up the blinds, in complete silence. I will read on the couch in the slant of sunlight. I might brave the local pool for an hour of laps. Or bike to the park with a journal and an apple in my backpack.

On this lovely Saturday, hours spreading their wings before me, I have no real plans other than to seek stillness in my solitude.

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