A Miracle off 28th Ave. on Tuesday Afternoon

A miracle took place off 28th Ave. this Tuesday afternoon.

It started with a simple routine walk during my lunch break.

Through the same neighborhood and past the same ordinary houses occupied by the same aging couples. Wearing the same workout clothes, and pounding the pavement with the same 2-year-old tennis shoes.

I continued walking down my routine path this Tuesday afternoon, feeling the steady pace of my feet below, when I heard it. Like an angel singing to me from another dimension, it sliced through the deafening silence of the neighborhood.

Music. Pure, dramatic piano notes dancing in the gentle breeze. Climbing up my spine and into my ears, filling me with an electric energy I hadn’t felt in years.

I stopped in my tracks–searching to my left, to my right. From where did this heavenly melody arise? I knew this tune, one of the first I’d learned as a little girl: Rodgers and Hammerstein’s “Climb Every Mountain” from The Sound of Music.

I suddenly realized this was no recording. It was live, and the individual playing was no amateur. Here I was, my work’s I.D. hanging from my neck, toes peeking through tips of old sneakers wearing away, standing in the middle of a retired neighborhood, and enjoying a live piano concert with the sun beating on my face.

My senses led me to the cozy, one-story house across the street from where I stood. With their windows open, oblivious to my undivided admiration, a shadowed face played for me.

Man or woman, boy or girl, I did not know. But their passion sang to my passion, their beauty filled my soul, and I drifted away as their music mounted higher into the crisp autumn air. I used to fall asleep this way, drifting to the sounds of hypnotic notes as my father played into the night.

That’s when I realized a miracle took place off 28th Ave. this Tuesday afternoon. I’d broken free. Away from Corporate America. Away from the cubicles, the computer screens and the repetition.

And I flew.

23 thoughts on “A Miracle off 28th Ave. on Tuesday Afternoon

  1. What a pleasure to share your experience in my mind as I read this post. Rare moments like that are precious. p.s. your cat Chance sure looks beautiful and snuggly. Is he a ragdoll per chance?


    1. Thank you! Chance is my baby. LOL! 🙂 And it was an honor that the blog I wrote on him was my first Freshly Pressed post. He is actually a Snowshoe. They are a mix between a Siamese and American shorthair, and they got their name because the tops of all four paws are white. And he is very snuggly. I see you have 4 cats of your own? I absolutely love cats.


      1. I am partial to any siamese mix cat. Snowshoe eh, I’ll remember that. Yes I am 6 months new to blogging and write about what life is like for me with 4 cats http://www.lifewith4cats.wordpress.com I just finished reading all your posts. They are fantastic. Id like to hear more about that garden, and chance of course.


    1. Thank you! I am so happy that you felt what I was feeling, not merely witnessed the actions as an outsider. That was my goal. This was such a beautiful moment, I had to describe every aspect of it.


  2. Thank you for sharing this beautiful and special moment of your life. Our past never is gone, is it? The music of memory, only momentarily an aside, is the ressonance of Soul.


  3. Really nice post. Simple, yet your imagery was perfect. I can picture you and your actions as I read the words (a sign of great writing!). Don’t you love those moments where something takes you out of the normal, everyday routine?


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