Summer gradually descends upon us along with gallons of rain. The dreary outside may deown the rest of the world but in the office, I am at ease. I see the raindrops splash on the lake which sits just across the dirt road. I can see the drops of water paddled on the front stoop and balancing on the blades of grass. But none of it affects me.

I am lost in the music. My body has a pulse with the wood and the strings. One, two, three, four… Over and over I hear the newly born lyrics in my head and the pinging of the bottom strings. Ali, a gorgeous harmony rings throughout the silence of the office. The pulse, the harmony, the lyrics, they blend together perfectly. Strum and mute and strum and mute; one, two, three, four.

The music slows, but does not completely end. It rings. All six of the strings vibrate and harmonize in unison, slowly fading. They ring.

I tap on a few buttons while adjusting big, black, headphones on my head. There, I hear it. I hear the song playing back to me, the song I just played, my song. I hear the pulse. I hear the harmony. I hear the lyrics. I hear music. I hear my music. I hear the highlight of my summer.