blissful trills coming from just over that
low hill. and there’s gary, he’s playing a
ukelele that flutters around and twangs against the
effervescent sounds from the
birds who seem to be wending their
individual ways further down the hill. and
right about the time we hit the incline to work our ways up,
daniel’s breathing through his harmonica just to grease the hill-song’s best effects.
