I was in my home office, working on ( well, that doesn't matter) and I had nothing but silence surrounding me. I was engrossed in my project, typing furiously, when I heard the most beautiful, melodic whistling I've ever heard. It was pitch perfect and solitary. Clear as the night air. I stopped typing and was afraid to even move. All windows and doors were open, so I sat back to listen. The tune was familiar and complete. The song was a favorite. It was 4:15 am and someone was serenading me with " I'll Take You Home Again, Kathleen"
I stepped outside, dog at my feet, silent too & learned the source. It made me laugh and cry at the same time and wonder if I were dreaming. ( I wasn't)
It was a nightwatchman across the way, walking through a parking structure, affording him delicious acoustics. Far too old for the job ( he HAD to be, knowing that particular song) and I'm thinkin' he was a little fearful of sabatoge. For while his lyrics are of another, safer day, his circumstances were not.
I hope he comes back, I hope he remains safe and I hope to God I hear him again
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* admittedly,this is from last summer - I was trying to collect my thoughts for todays entry & decided instead, to examine my old ones. I hope you enjoyed them.
MM
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