Learning to Love The Truly Dazzling World of Solitude
Conjure up a parliament in old England: a stately room of soaring ceilings, carved wooden chairs and podiums, colorful flags and the smell of lemon furniture polish and Old Spice wafting through the air, except in this room the scents change to freshly fallen leaves, a forest of pine trees, sweet hay, and perhaps a few feathers float through the air. Why? Because this isn’t a human parliament–it’s a parliament of owls. They wear little round glasses, coattails and maybe…
