Simple Joys

I’ve always loved music, always will. And reading, books are a passion, a luxury nowadays. I sit here in the local mall, listening to the Lyric maestro playing song after song while reading my illegally downloaded copy of the Handmaid’s Tale, and I am my happiest.

I smile, knowing people walking by think I’m a weirdo. I can sit like this forever, listening to music, reading a book, feeding my soul.

I don’t need a luxurious hotel room with a beachfront view nor a fancy coffee shop trying to drown a hot mug of coffee with a fancy name, all I need is music and a good book. This is me, content.

I don’t see the people around me, all I hear is the tinkling of the keys and the melody out of that grand piano floating to me. I forget everything and get lost in the words and notes that surround me. This is the life.

Sometimes the maestro is accompanied by a merry group of singers, old men and women who share a love of music. You hear it in their voices, like there’s nothing between them and the songs. I love it. I would stand and sway to their voices and it would be heaven.

My soul enriched, my hunger fed. I move on to the reality of chores that need doing and items that need to be bought. ‘Til next time.