Sweet and Silent part four

PART FOUR: 1

This wouldn’t last and Christina knew it. It would be precious, and treasured by her forever, but it would be a short memory. It would be a glimpse of something that wasn’t supposed to be. Utopia is impossible but in that moment that was all she felt. Before anyone knew what had happened, neighbors had sat outside as if it were a concert, and listened to the obvious bliss leaving her soul through her singing. Darkening slowly outside she could faintly hear people setting out chairs and whispering. They were listening to her?  She opened the door, and saw the people arranged on her front lawn. She was surprised, in a rather nice way though. They complemented her many times before it got dark. They all began to pack up and leave so she went back inside and started to sing again. Quite a few of the people out there stayed and continued to listen to her sing.  There were refreshments and snacks outside. She knew they were still out there. It was a beautiful night and for some weird reason they liked listening to her pour out her joy. Why they enjoyed it eluded her, but she liked entertaining them and continued to sing.  Once everyone had gone home she quit singing for the night and went out to clean her yard. They had cleaned up the mess they made and it was a gorgeous night. It was cloudless and the moon was crisp and clear. The air was so sweet that you noticed it every time you breathed. If ignorance is bliss, then surely that night was completely ignorant of the pain in the world. She walked for a mile or two and turned home. She picked a flower and watched it blow away to it’s eternal home in the sky. It was special. She didn’t care if anyone who saw thought she was crazy. Perhaps she was. Life held no guarantees for what was or what lay ahead. It was a never-ending cycle of perfection that night. She felt better than when she was on drugs. She fell asleep as soon as she got to her bed. It was the first time she had slept in her own home for a month at least, and she wasn’t playing her music. She had nothing to fear from silence that day. Her house was a sanctuary from the world’s pain. She was going crazy with all the joy. When she woke up, the joy was gone. Well some of it. She had the memory of how wonderful that last night had been. It was beautiful. She went around thanking all the people who had listened. She gave them gifts and they were happy to have brought her so much joy in such a simple act as listening. Many of them asked if she would sing for them again. She answered of course.She was having a very nice day so far. She called up the members of the band and invited them over for a practice. Each of them was rather surprised to hear from her so soon after she kicked them all out her front door. Once they had all gotten there, they agreed that there were no hard feelings.2