I am on Mackinac Island, Lying down on a big white lawn chair In front of the Grand Hotel. The faint scent of fudge Lingers on the air so I can almost taste it, And my hair is getting constantly blown By the wind that flows among the Chairs, grass, and music. The music comes from the direction of the water, Where an old style jazz band has Temporarily set up shop, Creating gorgeous silhouettes Against the orange and pink sunset sky. The purring of the clarinet Bounces off of me like the waves are Bouncing on shore, But even lighter than that, Even lighter than the Wings of the seagull trailing overhead. The clarinet drops in and out of sync With the waves as the silhouettes start to Bounce to the music. A distant bike bell dings, But it matches so harmoniously With the music that I don't notice it. Waves, bike, clarinet. Waves, bike, clarinet. A constant cycle interrupted only by The saxophone and drums occasionally. Waves, bike, clarinet. The sun is set. Silhouettes turn to shadows. Waves, bike, clarinet. Waves, bike. Waves.
I hope you are all staying safe and healthy! I can't wait for the time when we can go enjoy live music again. Thank you for reading!