Exposition

Laying in bed with the windows open
Wind gently rustling through the trees
An illuminated red night sky enraptures my eyes' attention
A heart at rest
still
aware
So good

A glimpse of the quiet place
A good place that (I have remembered) is where I find my identity
It is the place of solitude, not loneliness
Me and my creator in union
A beautiful harmony

True solitude is found in the wild places, where one is without human obligation.

One's inner voices become audible. One feels the attraction of one's most intimate sources.

In consequence, one responds more clearly to other lives. The more coherent one becomes within oneself as a creature, the more fully one enters into the communion of all creatures.

-from Healing by Wendell Berry