The word solitude is another, like bliss, that can mean many things depending on the person and/or situation it is used by/in.
A week or so ago my family and I were at a local park which has both a lake and a pond; we were by the lake this day. I don’t recall what we were doing that day but I do remember feeling so very quiet and peaceful: the sounds of the water, the waves and fountain splashing, the fresh air and birdsong were all just comforting to me, a type of solitude. It was at that moment I took this photo, which inspired the following haiku.
waters gentle sounds
fountain ripples it’s surface
peacefulness abounds
Potholes in the Road of Life 