dream chaser

On the evenings when I step out of the house as the summer sky darkens to black I hear soulful jazz drift quietly from a neighbor's window.

For those few feet of sidewalk my life has a deep, moving soundtrack and I let myself be drawn up into it. Timing my feet with the rhythm, reflecting on the mood. Though it is a different tune, I find myself sitting with Holly Golightly on a balcony and melancholily singing Moon River.




. . . off to see the world, there's such a lot of world to see . . .