The Joy of Being Alone

This social distancing is making me realize how unusual I am.

I’m happy, content, even joyful. I’m *home*. I have food, clean water, a roof over my head, a job, books to read, crafts to do, animals to keep me busy, all the peace, quiet, and lack of interruptions, no need nor expectation I’ll leave my property.

My current happiness is really poignant against the social media backdrop of people struggling with being home/being home alone and the results on their mental health.

A very small part of me feels sad for all the people unable to experience the immense joy in this lifestyle.

Meanwhile, I thrive.

Also – SNOW!!!!!

Swirling

Swirling effortlessly.

Clouds and brushstrokes.

A mess of colors, come together. Blend.

Dots, pulled. A mess. A hair.

A little bit different.

This pull that way, this color another way.

Up and down, spirals , in and out. Around. On the board. Crossing over.

Blue and Pink and Purple. Meshing together.

Why can’t we?