Solitude

She carefully settled in after noticing a veiled lone woman kneeling several pews ahead. Sitting rather awkwardly, she let her gaze wander to the altar.

"I don't know what I'm doing here, I just need this time alone," her tears flowing freely, and painfully, then fumbled on her way home.
"Being solitary is being alone well: being alone luxuriously immersed in doings of your own choice, aware of the fullness of your own presence rather than of the absence of others. Because solitude is an achievement."  ~Alice Koller

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