Today I am Loving {114c}

When you close out the night preparing at your piano, feeling the keys and hearing the sounds, remembering the evening earlier this week when there you were, reading out in the porchlight, and the car pulled in and you heard your name called and you thought it was the friends until the rain started flashing and ran them down the drive, and as they clambered up the steps you discovered to your delighted surprise that instead they were the favorite students, come to drop off the music you had agreed to play, and though they apologized again and again for just the dropping by, you stood in your shorts and bandana'd hair and invited them in, and all was laughter and sweet.