There is silence. And the odd peace that comes with it. And the odd terror that comes with too much silence. Me and my thoughts alone is a scary premise. I’ll figure it out, though. In the meantime food is good, nights are warm, and I can’t complain.
The sun is shining today in all its glory. I shall nap on a rock and get toasty. In all the silence there isn’t really stillness. You have to find it. Challenge accepted.
Lindsaygrocks 