I heard the music before I saw its source…..
The last sound I expected to hear while taking Willy on his routine early evening walk around the campground last night was a violin.
There was a soul-grabbing energy in the wafting tune that nibbled at my senses and aroused a hunger deep within my curious side.
The tune was classical yet playful and much, much more than a violin bow being drawn across the strings of a musical instrument.
It sounded as though a gentle breeze was blowing an intricate, yet delicate, web over loving heartstrings.
And then I caught a glimpse of the violinist…
Between the rows of RV's I could make out the back of a lady's petite white-haired head slightly tilted to the left, her chin holding the violin in place, right arm slightly raised in mid-glide.
Her back faced the warm glow of the western sunset.
Her concert-of-the-heart was directed toward the open miles of virgin desert to the east that slowly rises to meet the foothills of a distant towering mountain range.
It was the purest exchange I have ever witnessed between a living being and Mother Earth.
There are so many angels amongst us.
Even in the most unlikely places……