Early this morning as I sat on the pier, the only feeling I had was peace. The sunrise, the patches of fog, the quietness...all created a feeling of tranquility that only the Bayou can bring. I felt that sense of belonging. The work day started and ended with much the same feeling...I belonged. Then, this evening, an entirely different feeling engulfed me. It was weird. It was not something that I usually entertain but I felt alone...entirely alone. This is not to even be confused with loneliness...I was not lonely...I was simply alone. The sensation that I was the only person within miles engulfed me and lingered throughout the evening. Trust me, folks, it is a strange feeling...very strange. Other than the ticking of the clocks and the purring of the cat, nary a sound could be heard. No traffic on the highway to the north...no boat traffic on the Bay. Looking out the door...nothing could be seen. A thick blanket of fog blocked any lights from across the Bayou and even the distant shore. Nothing.
This all came after a day of feeling quite accomplished since I completed every chore that I had set before myself last evening. Laundry was done, pizza sauce had been made and home-canned, "swamp shack" (aka...greenhouse) was painted, cabbage plants were set into the rows and even an art project was started. I should have felt on top of the world but, instead, I felt alone. It is hard to describe. Perhaps...it is better described as being content in solitude and not wishing to return to the frenzy of the outside world. Alone but definitely not lonely. I pulled Bat, the Bayou Prince Cat, a bit closer and relished the solitude...the tranquility...the aloneness.
