I hear music

I hear music

If you love the ocean, the marsh-the mountains, wherever “your” place is— and if you’ve spent hours there, contemplating, dreaming, whatever-maybe this excerpt from Serenade of the Cattails will make sense to you.

Seeing herself as the girl (she’d never stopped doing that) Mary licked her lips to the memory of salt air and sunshine glaring off the stands of cattails that, though they made no noise even in the breeze, had always conjured the music of life in the marsh, where life began. Scenes of her past life, dreams for the future, it all played in her head creating a sort of lilt, an unintelligible tune that brought humming to her lips; humming that changed with the days and direction of her thoughts.