Alone

 
For the first time in twelve years, I find myself alone on a holiday weekend. There have been a conundrum of feelings from sad, to bittersweet, lonely and yet relieved. This time has been one of needed reflection and an opportunity to reset some positive momentum.

While I was resting outside on my patio the silence was deafening. Signs of my girls were very apparent, yet the typical sounds that accompany a sunny day were absent. I sensed this also in the images I captured on my camera. This is one such photo that I will eventually add to a scrapbook to chronicle this transitionary period.

Alone. Not always a bad thing. Sometimes very necessary.