As the boat filled with the salty unwanted, and uninvited fridged sea water I knew this was it, my last adventure. This journey hadn’t been all bad, it started out on such a beautiful note with many most pleasing images, sounds and textures, in a kaleidoscope fitting for such a good day. Drifting upon the vibe, current carried and, basking in the sunlight carefreely careless, no worries in site, immerge in the moment. But, as it always happens, the but came, and the mood quickly shifted as the peace was rapidly replaced with the danger of the open ocean. The tune had changed, now, it seemed the fiddler was on fire as Rome fiddled. Seeing no way out of this impending predicament, paddleless thoughts all led to a gasping for air, a gurgling of going ghost. As the tiny boat lost all buoyancy, the shift of float sank, and the song ended. I found myself thoroughly gratified being pulled into its tale of the seafaring life, thankful for the images shared and then, the radio started playing “The Lazy Song”.
12 comments:
Music certainly can pull us into a moment, a feeling, a love, or adventure long gone. This was so captivating to read Scott! I especially loved "the fiddler on fire as Rome fiddled" and the closing line made me smile! Brilliant my friend!
A vivid experience.
Music can carry one away with the tempo we are transported. But, today the lazy song plays...ha great ending...
Mysic transports one, indeed. A very interesting ending.
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Captivating write. I like how you use language.
Thank you, Carrie, so much, your kindness has been such an inspiration to me!
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Powerful writing!
Thank you so much Purple. I appreciate your words.
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