Telling stories. Day 9: Moonlit Serenade
I don't remember why I started sitting on the bench in the park. Each day with my guitar, I sat, played, and sometimes sang a gentle song. People passing by would pause, mesmerized by the melodies, and I sensed a connection forming between the music, the park, and its visitors as if the songs awakened a shared memory within them. There was joy in sharing my music. Nothing else. Just delightful joy