I heard a song as played on an old music box. I heard it as clear as anything. I asked Hannah. She asked what I was hearing and I told her. I know I would not have heard it if I had not sat watching the reflection of the moon in the early hours.
Gateways are like that.
We drove to another place to stare, in that silence, at another stone bridge. I heard the music again. Clear as speech spoken close to your ear. Again Hannah didn't hear it. Austin Chronicle Corp. All rights reserved.