For today

Harmony skips along the cobblestone stone path, laughing and playing on the breeze, ducking behind the hedge rows in a game of hide and seek. Melody leads a merry chase, beckoning the sun through the stain glass accoutrement of the trees; red, orange, yellow, green.

Hey my friend
It seems your eyes are troubled
Care to share your time with me
Would you say you're feeling low and so
A good idea would be to get it off your mind

Faded flannel shirts and dirty blue jeans, toes curl around edge of the wooden bench where they perch upon the back. Tangling hair whips like a white flag of surrender, eyes pinch tight, softly in concentration as their cracked lips sing and fingers dance along frets creating their dreams.

See you and me
Have a better time than most can dream
Have it better than the best
So we can pull on through
Whatever tears at us
Whatever holds us down
And if nothing can be done
We'll make the best of what's around

Lost in the sway of their reverie, for a minute I forget the open guitar case, with shiny dimes and nickels against the nappy grey lining, scarred and scratched from times its used as a pillow. Homeless, not hopeless, and still they sing...

Turns out not where but who you're with
That really matters
And hurts not much when you're around
And if you hold on tight
To what you think is your thing
You may find you're missing all the rest

(lyrics taken from Best of What's Around by Dave Matthews Band. perhaps they won't mind.)