strains, secret parties, and new side

1. Hearing the strains of banjo and fiddle, I glance out of my friend's front door. Leaning back in old rusty lawn chairs are two musicians, happily filling the street with music.


2. I pass the neighbourhood toy store just as two workers are locking up. I glance in the window and imagine that the toys are just waiting for the all clear before starting their nightly revelry.


3. I come across an acquaintance's website that features her art and feel like I know her just a little bit better.