Solitude

Today, the weather is beautiful. It's in the 50's, the sky is blue and cloudless, everything looks bright and green after such a long winter, and the birds are singing. It's a day where you just want to lie in the sunlight and forget about your problems.

Taking a cushion from our lawn furniture, I sat on the grass next to my lovely newfoundland, Bryza. We just sat there. The wind blew and the sun shone. People walked past and cars whizzed by. The birds chirped. The squirrels feasted on spring spoils. It was quiet, calm, soothing.

And I got to thinking. I sat there with nothing but my thoughts. No music, no homework, no books. Just nature and I. And I wondered about my dog. She's well trained. We leave her outside and she just sleeps on the lawn. She might chase a squirrel if the mood takes her, but for the most part she just lies there, watching.

I wonder what it's like to be her. Spending each day simply watching. Whether it be sunny or rainy, warm or cold, spring or fall, just to lie in the same places and see.

Lately, a curious robin has been hanging around my house. It prances around the front lawn on its spindly legs and doesn't take much heed of anything. If you walk towards it, it'll scamper away. Never fly. You can make all the noise you want and it'll stay put. It circles dear Bryza and neither seems to notice the other. Bryza doesn't chase it. I wonder if she doesn't because the bird is simply company.

Maybe it's lonely to be her. So lonely you don't bother those around you because you're afraid they'll leave you alone. A sobering thought, at the very least.

I'm not sure where I wanted to go with this post. I guess I just wanted to get those thoughts out. I'm going to head back out to the sunshine: this time with East of Eden and my French textbook. ^^'