Gentle Solitude

Even though there's not a soul in sight, silence fills the air, peace and tranquility are still here. Oddly enough, many think you must have people and all sorts of noise to find peace in life. Turning away from conventional thoughts and ideas, being alone brings joyful tears. Hearing sounds a little bird makes as it flies from tree to tree, brings serenity closer in somehow. Sitting on the wall of a corridor, peacefully loving the solitude found here, there quietly falls from above, miniature droplets of water upon my arms and hands. No cause for sudden alarm, they are not wetting anything, they just seem to fit in with the scheme of things brought about in gentle solitude. Taking a moment to look towards the sky, seeing no clouds, no reasons why it's raining whisperingly down upon me. As the winds blow back and forth, carrying on their shallow conversations, peace fulfills from within, as I reach out in silent communion.