“Solitude matters, and for some people, it’s the air they breathe”
And there she was, in the desert ,
a book in her hands.
Walking among the hot sand,
she dug her toes in beneath feeling the cold.
For hours she walked, breathing in the air,
and saw no one.
Coming across a large boulder,
she slowly made her way to the top.
Standing at the top, she set her book down upon the hard surface
and stood up straight and tall with her arms spread out.
She breathed in that hot air
and sighed heavily with satisfaction.
Yes, she was alone with her thoughts
and she found comfort in that.
Sitting down Indian style,
she found the boulder to have a cold surface.
She opened the book to the last page
and tore it out, she did not like endings, and let the wind take it from her grasp.
Going to the first page,
she hung her legs over the side of the boulder.
As her legs swung back and forth
she started a new journey.