The art of being alone
If you really listen, there’s so much to hear. Somewhere across the lake, a duck glides silently through the water. The surface moves in soft ripples. A little further off, a bird hops through the trees — from branch to branch, a gentle crackle of twigs, barely loud enough to notice. The bird is too light, the tree too old and giving. Every creature is in its own space, and yet, none of them feel lonely.
