Most often, walking alone with my shadow is how I find my answer, the result of gathering together all agreeable parties. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com

When I dance, I dance; when I sleep, I sleep. Nay, and when I walk alone in a beautiful Orchard, if my Thoughts are some part of the Time taken up with strange Occurrences, I some part of the Time call them back again to my Walk, or to the Orchard, to the Sweetness of the Solitude, and to my self. – Michel de Montaigne, “Of Experience,” translated from French by Charles Cotton

At some point in my life, I swallowed a Sun. And now it dawns and sets in my belly. – Erika Harris, empathicwriter.com