Infected With Humming

Page #9
A page from the journal of Ichabod Shaw

Nearly finished with my reading. I could no longer focus on the words today. I decided a walk was in order. I find myself rambling by the edge of the woods. I hum a tune and if I harmonize it just right, I can very nearly hear a distant music. Like the sea in a shell. There’s a cadence there… -Ichabod Shaw