The Local Summer Pops and the Universal Truths

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.

facebooktwittergoogle_plusredditpinterestlinkedinmailby feather

Comments are closed.