At home, just the walls and me. I feign patience and try to recollect myself. I sit in quiescence and look outside. On the window-ledge, a squirrel clad in scarlet hat and blue shoes nibbles a nut and directs toward me.
“You human, a terrified creature. Look around yourself, how vulnerable you are in this crisis. You choose to live like an immortal. Rakish style. A braggadocio. Don’t you aware of your sojourn at this island?”
I laugh at myself and my very existence. This spell of solitude makes me understand the cause of my life in this ephemeral world. A moment of contemplation.