Solitude

I remember in particular one pine tree I climbed in front of the elementary school, one evening when my mom was staying late and I was out there completely alone. A beautiful feeling is being alone but not feeling lonely. Not wanting anything. Hearing all the sounds you could never hear before. The wind. The quiet sound of the occasional car drifting by, some distant laughter from some distant family. You don’t think to yourself, somewhere someone is dying and I can’t save them. You think, somewhere a baby is being born. You don’t think, death is inevitable. You think, life is beautiful.