Diary 13

Tuesday, March 31st

Today this gentleman came down our street. The mellifluous and restrained tones of his sousaphone preceded him, and brought a few of us out onto our porches in appreciation.  He didn’t say anything, neither did his companion, but we got the message. Life is as it is and there’s a music in us and in Nature that reminds us to smile. Who could look at that decorated instrument and not smile?

In a day when there were no other visitors to our home – except the mailman sprinting along, looking hunted – this contribution was doubly precious.