I've never heard a word quite so beautiful as ‘alone’.

Solitude, isolated.

To be only by oneself, to bask in the pleasure of being by one’s own side.

A peaceful detachment,

dissociation from the world around.

Alone.

What a beautiful word.

The separation of one person’s time from the rest of time itself,

from the frantic pace of society.

Yet, alone holds no loneliness,

no bitterness in speech, no coldness in tone.

For I am never truly alone when I think of you. I am never alone when I see you,

surrounding me,

in every brushstroke and every bloom.

In each floral I paint,

In each leaf that dances in the brisk wind of the day.

In every colour I select,

In every story I create.

You are always here with me, my love.

My daughter.

My beautiful little flower,

My little cassia.