The winds outside sound spooky. They are so strong and loud. They are knocking things around. They make me feel alone and lonely. The trees are swooshing and swaying and bending. I wish that I was out-of-doors so that I could appreciate that noise more. Then Julianna Barwick is playing and it makes me feel more alone and lonelier.
It's the best kind of loneliness. (Solitary loneliness that doesn't require anyone or thing but you.)
(I am not alone.)