I’m happiest when most away
I can bear my soul from its home of clay
On a windy night when the moon is bright
And the eye can wander through worlds of light —

When I am not and none beside —
Nor earth nor sea nor cloudless sky —
But other spirit wandering wide
Through infinite immensity.

-Emily Bronte, Poetry of Solitude


17 thoughts on “Solitude

    1. Thank you Sherri! I am just so glad it came out, the wind was shaking the tripod so bad I thought it was going to come out a blurry mess. I think this was one of those “spray and pray” moments I hear those photographers talking about! šŸ˜€

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