A stolen moment...

Read this bit from my cousin and tell me if it does not sound lovely. It's a rainy Tuesday in da Burgh, and when I leave the house in a little bit, I won't return until after 9pm. I love re-reading, even blogs. Take it away, Kiki!

Anyway, I relaxed on the porch, the breeze was blowing, I had a book in hand. (A Phillip Craig Martha's Vineyard mystery if you must know) and I leaned back. There were no car alarms going off. The screaming children were safely packed away in various hallowed walls of education. The people-who-try-to-drive-big-trucks-with-obnoxious-back-up-songs-
and/or-tones were not making their frequent, feeble and repetitive attempts to parallel park, it was good. Then softly, I heard the sounds of the strings of a chamber orchestra. It was quiet and soothing (and yes, recorded not live) and they were playing Braham's Lullaby.

All was right with the world, at least during those few moments on the porch.

Back to your regularly scheduled life...