It has been an inside day with rain and wind and cold. I even turned on the furnace. I am alone now except for the company of the cat and the weather. It is a time of solitude. I read an article today about spending time on a remote island in Sweden in the spring when things are closed and no one is around. The author described solitude as an illusion, a fantasy… nice for a while but always leading us to acknowledge others and how they make us who we are. Perhaps….but I wonder if times of solitude when we have no one else to define us might have more impact on making us who we are?