I remember a time, before I moved across the country, when I was close to my friends. We were able to go anywhere and do anything. This particular memory takes place in a place of beauty and tranquility. My best friend and I had taken time out of our adventures to relax at the local riverside park. We had bought lunch and sat on a bench and just listened.
About 20 or so feet away sat a man playing the accordion. I had never heard an accordion player play in person. I have to admit, it was the most relaxing moment that I can recall. It was if this music was the only thing holding the world together. The waves in the river moved with each note. The wind danced through the leaves. I loved life.
Love. Music.