Saunter

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Rain lilies. We’ve had rain lately, but the deer are still eating the zinnias and runner beans.
The guitar carves our saunter in the woods, with a nod at our footfall by the man picking base. Fiddle follows the sweat sliding down warm arms, smooth slippery sounds of summer. A lively banjo details the levity of the rippling brook we walk along, the darting cardinal family, the scampering squirrels and the sunlit leaves. Johnny Cash fuses the layers of sound in a baritone honeycomb.
I smile down at Chas, who always shouts for me to play “Ring of Fire” in the car. And over at Ford, who has recently discovered the geological significance behind that song’s name; engrossed as he is, now, in volcanology.
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