Alone.

Chatham, Sunrise at Point Reyes, n/d

In my middle years I became fond of the Way

And made my home in the foothills of South Mountain.

When the spirit moves me I go off by myself

To see things I alone must see.

I follow the stream to its source,

And sitting there, watch for the moment

When clouds rise up. Or I may meet a woodsman;
We talk and laugh and forget about going home.

Wang Wei