There's something beautiful about being alone with my thoughts
Being alone with me.

It's strange that I enjoy this aloneness,
At least some would say it is.
Sitting on a bench near the harbour,
Listening to the sounds,
Watching the people go
Makes me feel so content.
I feel the slight breeze on my face,
And I close my eyes.
Taking a deep breath,
I inhale all of life's goodness.
Friends,
Family,
Laughter,,
They mean everything to me.
Here , alone with my thoughts..
I bask in the beauty of the mountains, the ocean air, the seagulls drifting lazily overhead.
Putting my head back, I let the sun's warm fingers caress my face, Envelope my body.
A deep sigh escapes my lips..
Does it get any better than this?