Bach and umbrella

 

It looked like a storm was about to happen.

I saw her on my way to work. The music from her transistor radio was so loud it filled the quiet morning air. She was carrying a small umbrella in her other hand. 

Our eyes met. She was fair and thin, and had a weathered look about her. I smiled at her but she had turned her head so quickly that I could not see if she caught my smile.

As I walked on I could still hear the music. It was Bach's Goldberg Variations.

In that moment, as I walked on, I felt happy and peaceful.

She was all equipped for the storm.