As I look back, I’m surprise at that choice because at the time I wasn’t conscious of that longing. I always had friends and like to do things socially—I still do. But as I reminisce, which I do more and more as I get older, my memories, all very visual, are of me happily alone—playing in the woods and in my bedroom, spying on the apartments across the street from my Grandmother’s Brooklyn apartment, walking the streets of Florence when I was there in college…. From time to time friends appear, but what matters, is that I am in my own solitary world. So, here is to a few of those morning sunrises!