There's an incredible power in solitude. That empty silence. No distractions. Where you can feel the creator breathing slowly in your face, his breath sustaining your fragile existence. These moments are too few or perhaps it's too bad that I'm so easily distracted. Oh but the breath, like sunlight on cool skin where you feel your body suck it up like a dry sponge touched by water.
These little sketches I did got me thinking along those lines tonight as I sit here in stillness after the family has all gone to bed. I'm tired though and I think it's time to join them. See you in slumberland.