Solitude

by Daniel O'hEidhin

Sitting on cold, damp earth, listening to leaves rustle, whispering wave sounds. Air smelling of fresh dirt and forest damp, and cold wind blowing past and through me, sending shivers up and down my body. Eyes closed. Inhaling. Exhaling. Place hands on top of crossed legs. Inhaling. Exhaling. And again. Slowly forget myself, and transient trifles. Forget body, free mind. Hear everything. Leaves’ rustle, rabbit’s sprint, wind crashing on the bark of oak trees. World peels back, only light in mind. Fall into it. Find warmth there. Forgotten memories. Faces. More. Spending time with them; they talk back, smiling. They never left.

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