a pretty obvious take, but in the midst of a nearly impossible week,
it’s what i could do…Friday Fictioneers 6-14-2013
The obvious one. Anyone could tell. The way he bobbed his head in traffic or nodded slowly in the wind, syncopating steps with the train rails’ click-clack, fingers never still at the table – proverbially whistling as he worked. Even his breath had a cadence – nary emitting verbal lines without their shaping tones. Foot bevel harmonizing crossed-legged knee bounce – friends said “he always had it in him.” Phrasing his rises and his falls. Ears ever plugged wide open – he tasted and he touched, he heard, saw and smelled the world as sound. He really was into music.