A Simple Song
By Beth Yarbrough
Thirty Days in Key West: Day Fifteen
The halfway point here always comes sooner than it should, in my humble opinion, but I am grateful for both halves. People who live here have a way of showing gratitude of their own, and it can be very touching.
For instance, at sunrise every morning on this beach, you can hear the sound of a lone trumpet. The melody is usually random, almost like jazz deconstructed, if there is such a thing, and when I investigated, I found the source.
He drives an old red pickup truck and parks at a certain spot among the palms and just lifts his early morning melody to the skies as he sees fit.
Such a small thing - but it holds meaning for him. It inspires me, and I hope it will inspire you, too. Find your own song, however small, and sing it. Someone, somewhere, might need to hear it.
That photo inspires me. And you are so right. Find your own special song and sing it. It doesn't matter if no one else hears it or if no one else sings along. That is what life is for. Happy Summer!