My folks were out so I had the house to myself when I got back. It’s my favorite thing. Lots of loud music and darkness. There was no moon out but it was wonderful to sit at the kitchen table and watch the day die. I love it when I get to follow my internal guide and flow through the day. Sitting and writing up at the West Point Inn was really wonderful too. I realized as I write this that I didn’t talk to anyone yesterday. A few texts here and there, the brunch servers but no one else. A day that was completely my own.