There are times when I realize that I am pretty much the only solitude loving introvert living in a crowd of extroverted party lovers.
Maybe that is why I am up at this crazy early time. It is quiet. No one else is up for sure. This is beautiful.
Children come home and make my life joyful – for awhile. Chaos can unfold around me for awhile and I will survive – if I have some solitude to help me recover.
Trouble with finding solitude in the wee hours is that it necessitates a nap in the afternoon. That can also be a good thing.