A Destination Needs A Dreamer
Gatlin heard the violin every evening on the commute back from work. Wending between warm rushing bodies on the subway, eyes forward, bag clasped protectively at her side, she drank it in at the same time as she didn't slow. It was probably the best part of her day. The shivering strains crescendoed and collapsed, tugging at something in her core. She'd never seen the violinist, but whoever he was, he was clearly a master, clearly professionally trained. The music always seemed to be coming from somewhere further down the track, around a bend, just out of eyeshot. She'd come to think fancifully that it was something only she could hear. She’d come to think of it as her future, calling.
Comments (8)
I love how this haiku pushes you from one place to another.
This was so beautiful! Loved your Haiku
Love the sense of optimism this left em with Judey!! Nothing like a brand new day to get you going!!
How true and I really like sunrises.
Very nice.
Today I thought I couldn;t write , but there are two short stories and your words sum up my situation perfectly
Love your photo! 😊💕Blessings to you!💗💗
Oh, this is perfect! That image is beautiful and love the hope in your words!