Return to Solitude
Sunday, January 14th “I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time. To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.” ― Henry David Thoreau, Walden On Sunday morning Anna woke in her own bed on Bear Island with a pounding headache, scratchy throat and a pouring nose. She threw off the covers violently, feeling like she was on fire. Attempting to sit up was pure agony, every muscle in her body was weak and aching and as her head rose so did the contents of her stomach. Dear goddesses, take me now, she thought. Thirst forced her to stumble downstairs and desperately seek water. She was however, grateful that this sickness hadn’t hit her on her travel day yesterday or any of her holiday in Nowhere. Anna distracted herself with thoughts of her trip as she collapsed into the stool in front of her computer and glanced at her postings about her time