Swan Lake Solitude
I will not mention Tchaikovsky. I will not mention Tchaikovsky. I will not mention Tchaikovsky. I will not mention Tchaikovsky. I will not mention Tchaikovsky. I will not mention Tchaikovsky. I will not mention Tchaikovsky. I will not mention Tchaikovsky.
;)
Actually, this kind of scenery is only worthy of the one and only, my favorite Mussorgsky! The Old Castle, perhaps?
Solitude through the Seasons
This is my kind of solitude, not too far from where I currently live:
Autumn: dogs are optional, but encouraged. Music and books are not required, though applicable. Hot caffeinated drinks are mandatory.
Summer: Use the recipe for Autumn, drop some ice cubes into that black tea!
The North
In a letter to a friend (1922), Rainer Maria Rilke confessed:
I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people: that each protects the solitude of the other.
Unlike people with their shortcomings, when it comes to the ideal interaction between Man and Nature, such explanations are superfluous.
This brooding and quintessentially northern landscape--to the archetype of which all peoples of the North are bonded, I believe--is welcoming and, more important, protective of solitude.
If Man remains mindful of the grizzlies.