Ok, maybe not the universal truths, just a sweet change of heart.
It’s been beastly hot around here, oppressively hot. But I got myself out this evening to hear the somewhat hokey pick-up band doing their summer pops concert on the lawn of the local high school anyhow. An occasional squeak from a clarinet, flutes sounding a bit timid, but then a trumpeter floats his solo out on the evening air like magic, and together they capture the spirit of the music and sweep you into it. A young father and his two little sons lie on the grass in easy affection. Dogs rest contentedly next to their contented owners. Occasionally a child’s voice rises from the edge of the crowd. Fireflies make you forgive the day’s heat, and a breeze brings universal mercy. The simple things. The simple beauties. You come away feeling younger, happy to be alive this summer evening.
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