Another Saturday a few weeks ago at the farmers market. The weather was warm. Making it especially nice to linger. So I did.
And this Saturday there was something else that made me want to linger a little longer. A three woman string band. The music was soft and almost mystical. There were soft notes riding the sunlight on a breeze through the trees. Sweet.
|"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Aldous Huxley, Music at Night and Other Essays