The usual sounds from the Orthodox church across the way quieted and it seemed like the holiday was winding down. As I wrapped up my movie and started to shut down my computer my ear caught a whisper of the familiar.
Sweet strains of home were quietly beaconing me closer to the sound. No, my ears weren’t deceiving me. I was hearing the sound of old country. I didn’t know the song, but I stood with my head resting on the cold cement of my doorframe as I listened anyway.
I stood there, every sense awakened and listening. I felt the cold cement on my forehead, the wind seeping through the cracks, and the quiet sound of the music as my ear strained to make out the words. Only the music existed and the rest of the world faded away for a brief moment.
It may seem like an odd gift – an unknown country song. But it was a piece of home when my heart needed that today. Some days you miss home more than others.