I’ve always enjoyed my moments of solitude. I particularly enjoy the nighttime hours… everyone is sleeping, the television is off, and the house is silent as a tomb. The only sounds I hear inside my home are occasional splashes of water in the aquarium, or the raspy scratch of a piece of gravel being nudged by one of my fish.
Now and then, I hear someone turning in their sleep, mumbling, lost in dreams. It makes me smile and remember hearing those same sounds when my children were still small… and how I would always tense slightly and listen attentively for a bit, in case those pleasant dreams took a frightening turn and they needed me to calm them back to sleep.
Some nights, such as this one, I’ll hear the low rumble of a train going down the tracks, whistle wailing intermittently. Outside, there are dogs answering its lonely call with forlorn howls of their own, finally quieting when the tracks fall silent.
Those times are the most relaxing for me… when everyone in and around my little corner of the world is at rest for the night. I take advantage of the stillness and indulge in reading my latest book, or working on my blog. Sometimes, I’ll just sit back and think about things. Remembering the past, dreaming about the future… I go wherever my thoughts take me.
I welcome moments of solitude… the peace it brings strengthens me to face whatever comes my way.