and the noise of the world became too much.
i needed to be alone.
i canceled my plans,
grabbed my rake,
and went outside.
could i becoming more of an introvert because i have the space now?
i ached for the solitude.
and got lost in the sound of the rake gathering the leaves.
wrapping breezes around my shoulders, the sky soaked over me,
the world slipped away, and i relaxed into the glory of my yard.