Atop the hill, I,
Gaze into the vast expanse—
Sky's canvas unfolds.

Folding memories,
Plane tickets take flight once more—
Skyward dreams ascend.

I need solitude.
I need space.
I need air.
I need the empty fields round me, and my legs pounding along roads, and sleep, and animal existence.

● Virginia Woolf, The Diary of Virginia Woolf

Virginia Woolf’s words resonate deeply. Sometimes, we yearn for the vastness of open fields, the rhythm of our own footsteps on roads, and the simplicity of animal existence. Solitude can be a sanctuary, a place where we find clarity and replenish our spirits. 🌿✨