A Sunset Concert

The wooded trail led me down near the water's edge. A man sat on a granite bench overlooking the pond and began to play his guitar. I paused to listen.

He strummed a type of music that was enchanting and unfamiliar to my ear. Incredulously, from every part of the pond, geese (and a few ducks) began to hurriedly swim toward the sound of his playing. Soon, dozens of birds lined the shallows along the beach. They gathered for no apparent reason other than to hear this man play. The sight filled me with inordinate joy and wonder.

I continued on my hike with a smile and a renewed belief that there was still magic in this world.