Solitude returns ungently, not as a breeze but as a swell, unrelenting, cold and swift, washing away any traces of warmth and comfort.

The answers I sought came without words.  Silence told more than intended and less than desired, yet said just enough.

We are capable of doing incredible things when we must.  If life slows for a moment, we can marvel at all we accomplished, not because we are strong, but because we had no choice.  The strength comes after the long climb, from reaching our limits and pushing ourselves just one more step.

The least likely places sometimes provide the most solace.