Solitude

Sitting there all alone. Weathered and beaten and glowing with the cold. Just this one single apple remains on the tree, Not a leaf or a berry or other apples with thee. Holding on for as long as it can to being alone and contented.

Not a bad thing i guess. Though i love having lots of people around me. I cherish the rare moments of solitude, time for thinking and my own space.

Busy month coming up so there won't be much of it i do believe.