The New Face of Solitude

I’m sitting in Joe’s Coffee house with my funky, red hat pulled down over my unruly hair

I’d rather be back at the cabin,

Surrounded by forest,

With the rain hitting the tin roof

And the fire cracking.

All by myself.

In serene solitude

But I’m Sitting in Joe’s Coffee with my funky, red hat pulled down over my unruly hair,

Looking out the window at the rain,

Past the parking lot into the forest.

My back to any activity in an attempt at alone.

Apparently my solitude requires wifi today,

So I’m sitting in Joe’s Coffee with my funky, red hat pulled down over my unruly hair.