Lazy Sunday

100 Days Project — #15

It’s Sunday afternoon.

My typically quiet street is awry with clatter.

The repeated clang of symbols.

The low bellow of a tuba.

What seems to be some kind of folk music playing on loop.

I hear all of this at once.

Annoying?

Yes.

But somehow I don’t mind.

I know they’re practicing.

Evolving.

Creating some small kind of greatness

on this lazy Sunday afternoon.

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