“Ready?” My question raced to reach his ears. We were to arrive at a neighbour’s yard, following instructions on an invitation.
Musicians delivered sounds of the old masters. Their fingers tested as an uninvited visitor exhaled cold air, trying to sculpt them into icicles. Dogs barked annoyance at its presence. Long-stemmed hydrangeas quivered.
Overhead, the hospital helicopter hummed by. Reminder of why we sat outdoors, masked, while concert halls remained closed.
Oboe, sole wind instrument among strings, took stage for the last selection.
Wind god must’ve been humbled for impending calm settled evening. Roof shingles no longer were challenged.
Musicians delivered sounds of the old masters. Their fingers tested as an uninvited visitor exhaled cold air, trying to sculpt them into icicles. Dogs barked annoyance at its presence. Long-stemmed hydrangeas quivered.
Overhead, the hospital helicopter hummed by. Reminder of why we sat outdoors, masked, while concert halls remained closed.
Oboe, sole wind instrument among strings, took stage for the last selection.
Wind god must’ve been humbled for impending calm settled evening. Roof shingles no longer were challenged.
