Photo Courtesy of Roger Bultot
Glowering clouds threaten rain – this scene looks like one I’d see here in the Pacific Northwest, but I have a feeling this was taken elsewhere.
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Lines of Music
The gloomy clouds made the village seem more cantankerous than usual. Mary trudged along the path toward market, Anna at her side, skipping along, humming.
‘What’s that song, Anna? It’s a lovely tune.’ Listening, Mary’s mood lightened.
‘It’s the birds, gramma. See?’ Anna pointed to the birds on the wires above.
‘They aren’t singing – you are!’
‘No, silly – they are the music!’ Anna laughed, tripping further ahead.
Mary marveled. They did look like notes on a musical staff. Shaking her head, she was smiling as they reached the center of town, feeling as if the sun had suddenly come out.
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© Erin Leary