Soledad

One is the loneliest number. 
But we're all, at the core, just one. 
And that's why we come together,
                  and celebrate the oneness that we are,
        the oneness that we bring,
the oneness that we add,
                                                                                              to go beyond what one means
because math says that one times one times one times one
is inevitably only one
                                                                                                       but only if we stay in our own circlet

The rain didn't stop today, so my plans to run and explore the nearer areas never came about, but it wasn't a problem.  There are those days when I don't want to leave my bed, when the endless amounts to learn, participate, and experience cannot pull me from the covers of my own self knowing that I'm here, and that's all that matters in some moments, that I still exist.

There are also those moments of silence and stillness when my existence questions itself, wonders if it's still here, or if it's only borne of it's own insistence on taking the space and breaths that belong elsewhere more useful, better, somehow more important.  But those days have grown few, grown weak, and been transformed.

Along the way to pick up laundry, I got some snacks, grabbed some empanadas, and watched rain drops splash on the cobbled streets of Guchurraga.  Bobbing umbrellas swayed assuredly through the sidewalks, careful to not collide.  The swish of tires on wet roads squished by near and far, but the tip tap of rain drops never let that deter their jam session. 

The soft glow of a hidden sun brandished along each stone of the streets as I swiftly made my errands in the neighborhood.  In the evening, my friend returned from a day of work, and I was complimented on my good wifely ways.  Sometimes I doubt the beauty and power of my domestic prowess, but I am proud of what I can do in the home. 

The rain continues into the early evening, most likely here to rock me to sleep.  Dinner is yet to come, but my day of solitude has been refreshing.  I'm glad to have reveled in my own being, to know that I keep on existing, if to no one else at all, I'm here for me.  And even then, I'm here for all my friends and fam, I'm here for my love.