music in the living room

a harmonica pierces through the living room and a shaker shakes... guitars resonate through my ears and i'm sitting back. relaxing. feeling warm and happy. it's sunny outside, i'm going climbing, i had my morning coffee, it's my day off... i can't really ask for more. my job is the shaker... hah. but i'm slacking right now so that i can remember this moment, keep it and lock it away. it's a simple thing really. that's the beauty of it. it just starts. someone picks up the guitar. someone whips out a harmonica from their back pocket. someone places a shaker in my hand. someone stomps their feet on the ground. someones starts to hum. then, people start to smile.