There is beautiful music everywhere if we only stop, open our heart and soul and listen. From that music we find a different view of the world and a joy in living that was unknown. So stop, listen, appreciate, and share the joy of life.
Join me for an evening where a warm autumn breeze brings us a symphony blown through the trees. Of crickets and their violins to make up the strings, and the frogs with their horns shall account for the winds. With the percussion of thunder to beat out the time, while the nightingale sings a forgotten old thyme. All brought together in sweet harmony, for an audience there of just you and me.
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