It’s a fine line between solitude and loneliness. And for me that line is often determined by tiredness — physical as well as mental.
Tonight I’m tired. The physical effort of climbing outdoors in very cold weather on top of the mental/emotional effort of meeting and socializing with new people and finding my way in a new place is taking its toll this evening.
Tonight I wish there were someone to hold me, somebody who could take care of me instead of just me, myself taking care of myself, as I’ve had to do almost continuously in the past years.
The “lone road” is a tough one. It can be very rewarding, too; but tonight I can only feel its toughness and the need for a hug that I know I won’t get.
The Little Prince and the Fox 