I sit and listen as he plays his guitar. No singing, just beautiful melody.

Haunting at times, the din of the cafe fades.

I am taken to a place, forlorn and yet hopeful, for peace.

I envision a courtyard dance and romance. Lovers sitting on a short brick wall, holding hands.

Cacophony – watching as children chase each other in circle, dust of the road flying high, laughter.

Chickens and dogs crossing the street, there is no set rule for the way things ought to be.

It just ‘is’.

A green meadow – confusion as it is wondered which direction the river is. Where is the water?

A cantina, men in boots dancing, at peace with each other. Joy fills the air.

It is night and a fire is lit, out of doors, under the moon and stars. More dancing and merry making.

Relaxing, time to sleep.

But one keeps watch, for danger.