Bagpipes

It happened again last night.  The fire glazed sunset had long past when we heard the eire melody of a bagpipe. From our eleventh story balcony we peered down at the waters edge where a darkly clad musician was playing a haunting melody.  The music faded in and out and reminded me of my youth when we laid in bed and  listened to music fading in and out on our old short wave radio. My curiosity got the best of me and I rushed to put my shoes on so that I could run down and talk to the soloist.  It seemed like the elevator descended in slow motion. 

I struggled through the sand to the area where they had been playing, but they were gone. In the twilight  distance I could see a figure escaping  into the night. Her dark skirt waving in the ocean breeze.