Another busy week with people. After Covid it's strange at the same time good feeling to find the house full of guests. The entire house lit up with lively presence of people. Enjoying listening to their never ending stories and experiences from the past few years in isolation. After a day full of chatter and laughter while the people bid their good night kisses here I'm.... sitting with my beloved solitude in the quiet night.
Remembered one of my favourite poems on night / solitude by Michel Hofmann.
Yes the night is mine to decide. And my choice is "curled up in the blankets with my books" ofcourse :)
Night by Michael Hofmann
It's all right
Unless you're either lonely or under attack.
That strange effortful
Repositioning of yourself. Laundry, shopping,
Hours, the telephone—unless misinformed—
Only ever ringing for you, if it ever does.
The night—yours to decide,
Among drink, or books, or lying there.
On your back, or curled up.
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