A Day to Remember

I hadn't realized how long it had been since I was left with a day to myself - in entirety and without responsibility. As I found myself in the midst of just such a one, I rejoiced in watching it amble past me - slowly, as the hours turned.

It was a day spent with music, with writing, with photos. With friends and family, albeit remotely. It was a day spent with myself and my solitude. Poetic that does sound; and indeed, the day was beautiful like poetry.