Solitude.

This morning I woke up at an odd time. It was 3:50 AM according to the bleary eyed look I got at the glowing image of the digital clock. There were only a few faint sounds coming from anywhere. One sound was the rhythmic breathing of the dogs as they slept nearby. Another was the ticking of an analog clock that I have hanging on the bathroom wall. I also could hear the soft drops outside the window from an early morning rainshower. Otherwise, the house was stone cold silent. For some reason, I got up out of the comfort of my bed and started to walk around. The house was dark except for a small nightlight that looks like a Tiffany glass butterfly that we keep on in the living room in case we need light during the night. The colored glass wings glowed beautifully as I walked into their light. I was glad it was on, because it was comforting to be able to see a little bit as I wandered around, headed for nowhere in particular, not even really knowin...