The quietude of solitude

There is a quietude to solitude I love.

That being with myself and no one else, especially after having been surrounded by others, even my dearest ones.

That universe of possibilities, which expands and glitters like a galaxy when there is just me.

There is a quietude to solitude I treasure.

There is no loneliness, or sadness, or boredom or fear. Only possibility.

There is a recharging and regrouping and reassessing that happens in solitude.

There is a quietude in solitude I need.

That solitude I am thankful for. Especially because I know it is never a solitude for long.