“Take A Chariot/Take My Chances”
Story, Heart, Piano
Naphtalia
Blackbird Records (c) 2010

Sometimes the only thing that comes to my mind is a picture, a vignette that not only pleases, but intrigues the eye of the heart.  A few days ago, I saw Harry leaving his lovely Elizabeth in their living room.

Harry was clearly upset.  The final straw was the rain.  Harry was frustrated with his situation.  The pain of the unknown was etching itself into his face.  He didn’t know what his next step should be except that it needed to be out the door.  He needed to keep moving toward something.  His goal was resolution, whatever that meant.  And so he left.  And there was Elizabeth in their Victorian living room with a bay window and long olive-grey drapes.  Knowing a fierce loneliness herself, Elizabeth ached as her lovely left the room.  She no more enjoyed the rain than Harry did.  In fact, she felt it as a cold-clock to her heart.  There was rain upstairs, rain at the train station, rain in her eyes, rain in her heart, rain everywhere, and now there was actual rain outside.  For Elizabeth and Harry, it had been raining for months.  Elizabeth didn’t know when the storm would end; she barely knew how it had begun.  She knew it was cold and harsh and that was all.  There was nothing to be done, but believe that it must bring some good.  Just as the tangible rain would bring flowers and green grass in a few short weeks, the rain in her heart would bring health and confidence.  So as Harry pounded out the door to his resolution, Elizabeth stayed inside to wait out the storm.  Should she have gone with him?  This was her most pressing question.

This was my curious and mental snapshot.  There was music playing.