This morning I stood at the patio doors waiting for the dogs to come back in.
I watched as the leaves came raining down on the patio.
We didn't really have a fall season here this year.
The leaves, they were still green.
I've been thinking about the responses I got to my post about sticking one's head in the sand.
I'm wondering if it's perhaps a natural inclination when you get to a certain age. To pull back a bit from the media and the huge scope of the outside world.
Is it self-preservation in some ways?
I really don't think of it as pulling away like people do when they're depressed.
Just pulling away because our bodies and our brains tell us it's time to get off the merry-go-round. It continues to whirl and twirl so fast.
Whether we're aboard or not.
To just be able to stand back where we can be still and watch. And savor. And enjoy what's around us.
I just want to have peace and quiet and be out of the fray.
On Being Alone...
I don't feel alone. Well, I'm not really. I have the pupsters.
I like being the only human in the house.
I like eating alone.
Having the bathroom to myself.
Going to sleep and waking up in the quiet.
I like to lie awake at night, in the darkness, and contemplate the day.
I don't fear growing older. I thought I would when I was young.
But I don't. I really don't.
And The Leaves Came Falling Down...It's afternoon now and I just looked out the patio doors. Almost all the leaves from the tree are now a thick carpet on the ground.
And now, there are piles of them everywhere.
And as I look outside, with my reflection staring back at me in the glass, I realize how proud I am...to be my own knight in shining armor.