She does tend to hang out with me. And she loves looking out on the world.
Spending the afternoon with a book, watching out myself. Sunny, but chill, the kind of cold that settles in and stays. I've been out, worked the soil, but I'm reluctant to venture out. It's much prettier from in here. Bright and clear. Not warm, though.
Dylan at work. I'm enjoying the house to myself, time alone. I don't need much time like this, but a few hours a week makes such a difference. Not that I even do anything differently, just... a bit of solitude beyond what Dylan creates for me instinctively when he's here. I can do without it, but it's helpful. Even as I miss his presence, quietly in the other room.
4 comments:
i love my solitude. it's a much needed condiment without which daily lie just doesn't seem to taste right.
I don't get a lot of alone time, but I get enough.
Recharging is key. Eleanor has a beautiful face.
pc,
Like Cholula!
Phil,
Enough is important. Each person has a different definition of what enough is.
Nimble,
She really does have a rather sweet face.
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