The winds came from a diametric direction today. Maybe within the winds a cure could be heard? But just as quick as the cure was heard, and perhaps more importantly ---just as it was felt, the winds went ninety degrees diametric from their original position, and the people had no other choice but to follow a possible cure. Because suddenly, at that precise moment ---everybody begged for a cure too! When it wasn’t a big tease, confusing everybody, as the winds whipped in circles, it really was quite simple: Music was heard!
And then it finally happened. Soon the energy-source of the cure got stronger and stronger, much more confident too, and finally burst through the wind. I mean it drilled a hole right through it. Now it couldn’t be denied. The people were ecstatic (Picture Above). “I think it’s going to be alright!” was heard.
Could vibrations in an ear drum actually cure the saddest of the sad, or those who are, ‘just a little blue’? Everybody dreamed this would come true. A procession was soon formed. The saddest of the sad were at the front of the line and the hierarchy continued as the last person was, ‘just a little blue’.
Everybody in the procession held burning candles, all appearing to be one candle, like undulations of waves lapping against a forgiving shore. It was beautiful. You see, spring had finally arrived, with summer not very far behind, and didn’t want to blow a single candle out. And you know what: Even if it wanted to it couldn’t!!!!
The procession was pulled to the energy-source that could cure. Well …that’s what everybody wanted the music to do. Could it? ---was the only question left after so many ...debates. I guess nobody was aware that it was already coming true. Yes it was! I mean, just look at the above photo.
Abruptly the procession stopped: A man with an unsymmetrical face with his lips pressed against a saxophone was the source. A smile quickly emerged on everybody’s face. His mouth, his cheeks actually were collapsing and expanding, pushing in and out the refreshing musical air. A miracle was being heard. The street rhymed. It all made sense. Everybody walked closer to hear, feeling better than better with every step as the man with the unsymmetrical face came into view.
People were no longer scared; the music actually was the cure. Market Street was being cured by music. Everybody saw it all now. Each and every problem on the people’s faces stopped swelling and begun to shrink to an understandable level.
A hat was sitting down next to the saxophone player. People formed a line to count to ten, then longer, while dropping dollar bills into his hat. “You’re the cure man!” The saxophone player lungs seemed to grow from all the attention. A miracle, a seeable actual miracle was happening from a man simply blowing wind into a saxophone.
So on that day a man with an unsymmetrical face that looked different from the left, as compared to the right ---Which most people didn’t want to look at all, was the cure, and the sounds from him went past and further than ours and yours mere Market Street. You just had to reach out to the person to your left and right, and unconditional love affairs seemed to have potential!
The End
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