Walking home hand in hand with Olivia after her dance class, we heard someone playing music. We followed the sound and found a man, alone in our town’s park, playing the saxophone.
Olivia ran to a bench, telling me to stand at a distance as if she were on stage. The saxophone player was just as much in his own world as Olivia—both living their moment in the glory of a morning.
Much later, I was invited to join her, dancing for an invisible audience.
If you can join a child to be in a world far from the noise, while at the same time sending music forward into their future, you have shared something rare.
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