9 August



It rained on Friday. The type of rain that comes down by the bucketful and floods the streets so that the water splashes up.

the type of rain that makes puddles in the parking lots.
The type of rain that makes one stay indoors.
She remembered how the morning had been still and dark when he had left for work. The sumac that lined the path along dog beach had begun to turn yellow and orange. The other night she had put on a pair of socks.
Autumn was a time for pulling in.
But they were not there yet. This was just one day, a foreshadowing if you will. It was nice to have the peace and quiet of her own company. She spent the day by herself but she was not lonely. 

The weekend was to be hot and sunny and the little road to the gravel town parking lot would be filled with the sounds of people going to the beach. Perhaps she would even take a walk over and sit  on her chair in the sun.

But today it was was a rainy day.

And she was alone.

 she was comfortable with herself and her thoughts. She liked it even. In fact she had been drawn to her own company for as long as she could remember.
She wasn't lonely at all.


  1. Oh, what a wonderful sounding place! I would love to live somewhere like that, and have been looking for a small house in the woods since living near the water here is just too expensive. But I'm hoping to find a lake and somewhere I can just relax with the sounds of nature.

  2. Next door at Five Minute Friday. I too am comfortable with myself but it took a lot to get me here. I always tried to find pleasure and joy in the company of others. And though I am still very much a people person, I now love the moments when I am alone to think and ponder and to just enjoy myself in God's presence.

  3. This just made me smile.

  4. Love your thoughts and ponderings and I love a day of solitude.


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