Alone, finally alone
The quiet of the vast outdoors
The silence and comfort of being alone
In quaint and abandoned basements
In snow-covered flattened fields
The crisp air compressing noise
Not lonely or craving company
Quite the opposite
The amazing sensitivity and tranquility
Sounds of your own thoughts echo
The quiet of an abandoned earth
For the few precious moments of emptiness
Where nothing is happening
Time is frozen
Nothing more can take place
Nothing more can go wrong
Both the end and beginning of everything
Like the night sun
Like a perfect circle around a black hole
In a forgotten corner of the universe
The austerity of a chaotic hug
The feeling of sitting before a fire
The cozy holiday season
Anticipation without a goal
Something is happening soon