Expected loneliness

Above me are birds flying back again and still naked tree branches, whose shadows shorten with each passing day. And heavy rains. Loneliness returns to the soul with them in small steps. Not any, not black, not scary and not depressing, but very welcome.

I open all the doors of the heart and let the rain bring healing loneliness, cleansing from the rush of the universe, and a little dip in the memories. A little internal dialogue, a little meditation, a little missed calls, a whole bar of chocolate, a little unwashed cups, a little of sleepless nights, a little candlelight, a little bit of books, a little bit of walks with no purpose, little dreams, little wine, and finally, a little longing for society.

Tonight, I admire loneliness as a romance and waiting for stars falling. I am afraid to miss this beauty, although the sky is starless.

If I was to paint what I was enjoying now, you would see joy, happiness, meaning, and peace in that picture. And some fresh air for the night. And inspiration. 

Such expected loneliness helps to grow.

© Fortune, 2020