He let the ringing of a chord and the vibrato of his voice carry the last fading sounds of his melody. When he opened his eyes, everyone was at their dinner tables talking with each other and eating. No one had noticed that his song ended.
She was envious of the life here. It would be so easy for her to accept an invitation to become part of this location, part of this peace. She would be happy as one of the trees or even just a flower by the river’s edge, but it would never be.
To some, they had a boring life full of predictability and mundane activity, but they didn’t see it that way. To them, every day was an adventure into the heart of the other, an exploration into a sea of the infinite responses of love.
In the woods he could be a king, ordering his knights to cut down the rabble that spoke ill of his young reign. He could be a soldier, like his father, fighting for the freedom of his fellow countrymen, hiding in trenches and spying on the enemy.
This is where it happened. Seeing the very same spot again for the first time in 40 years was more overwhelming than she could have imagined. The memories rolled in like a tsunami.