I actually like mooching about my home in silence alone with my thoughts, certainly don't want people around me and then, I suppose that's not entirely accurate but I do tend to avoid the company of others.
For most of the day the only sounds I've heard have been the rumble of the wind, the cooing of a Wood Pigeon in the big old Sycamore at the bottom of my garden and the far off jingle of an Ice Cream vendor.
The occasional bark of a dog, a child shouting. Somebody has left a garden-gate open and it's thumping and banging stirred by the wind.
Well? That was earlier, now all I have to remind me that I am still of this world is the hum of my computer.
I've started on that book I bought, " The Things You Can Only See When You Slow Down. How to be Calm in a Busy World." By Haemin Sunim.
I read the words and it's like, "yeah, I know but." Always there's a yeah but.
And so, as the day comes to a close, i wait for my grub to cook, something I've rustled up for later and the morrow.
And now a Song Thrush is singing out what remains of daylight.