Being Alone

My house
surprisingly tidy at the end of the day.
Baby boy asleep.
Dinner & strawberry pie
enjoyed and cleaned-up.
Dishwasher running.
So I snuck out
for some quite alone time.
Me.
My Economist.
The Bay.
Sun setting and
making everything pink.
My paparazzi snapped a picture for you.
















I would have stayed longer but there were tiny little bugs.
So I came back.
It sure was nice to be alone.
It was like standing on a mountain top
alone
and taking a deep deep long breath.
I’m refreshed and back in the game.
Not that I was ever out, really.