A Destination Needs A Dreamer
Gatlin heard the violin every evening on the commute back from work. Wending between warm rushing bodies on the subway, eyes forward, bag clasped protectively at her side, she drank it in at the same time as she didn't slow. It was probably the best part of her day. The shivering strains crescendoed and collapsed, tugging at something in her core. She'd never seen the violinist, but whoever he was, he was clearly a master, clearly professionally trained. The music always seemed to be coming from somewhere further down the track, around a bend, just out of eyeshot. She'd come to think fancifully that it was something only she could hear. She’d come to think of it as her future, calling.
Comments (7)
Hahahahahahahahahaha this made me laugh so much 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
lol! we do have perfect weather for ducks! this made me chuckle, Dani! well done!
I remember that weather. Even Canada seems nicer.
Haha! How clever and funny! Hope the rain didn’t ruin your day!
Fantastic! This is hilarious, especially with the associated picture. Great haiku.
LOL I know nothing about UK weather, but this is great!
hahaha. Good one!