The moonlight lights the sand and ocean up in a weird way. The world is black and white, with no colors.

I like the smell of the sea air and the rolling and crashing of the waves ebbing in and out. The reeds and the sand dunes are absolutely beautiful, too.

I like being alone.

A lot of people don’t understand it. I once read something by a person who talked about the difference between “alone” and “lonely”. Right now, I’m alone-ish but very content. I’m not lonely.

I’m a shy person who hides it to function. I have a few good friends who I’ll hopefully keep for life; that’s what I need. I don’t need to know lots of people on a superficial level. Not that there’s anything wrong with it. It’s just not me. My friendships are very deep and, in the case of my best friends, we know and care about each other on a level few others do. I like it that way; I like that I can be wholly myself around a few people I trust.

Loneliness is a feeling I know all too well. I’d actually argue that you can be with people (ie not alone) and be lonely, because I have been many times in my life. But I’m never lonely when I’m outdoors with nature.