Four hours till vacation. Many people, in one way or another, have prematurely upped and gone. I'm grabbing a pocketful of solitude. And breathing.  So many physical realities can be notched down on our totem pole of things that matter.   And noises. And even thoughts.  I'm praying from personal space.   I'm reaching back for old dreams and realizing we're still connected. I'm honing in on a wisp of fresh energy and placing it in a jar so I will remember.