The Dome

Tranquility breathes as wind blows through the trees.

The sounds of birds fill the air and every inch of my pale skin is washed in the color of a sun high in the sky at noon.
Do I feel lonely?
No, the simpatico of myself makes being alone easy and feeling whole effortless in the company of no one but me.
No buttons to tap away on a phone.
No news anchor screaming views, polls, or negativity from a TV.
Just thoughts and trees and hopes and dreams that maybe the answer to ignorance is simply traveling.