Sing to the Mountains

Pieces of memories from places far away

The mountains surrounded them, the river far below, clouds drifting through the valley above it. She was surrounded by olive and fig trees, the figs hanging above her head as she walked beneath them. She still marveled at the freshness of the air, the quiet of the place, even if there was a crying baby in her arms. The ivy covered villa behind her was alive with the sounds of dinner being prepared. Italian chatter and the tapping of vegetables being chopped floated to her, along with the smell of herbs and spices.

She put a bounce in her step, trying to keep the crying baby from grabbing the hair spilling over her shoulders. She walked with the infant, away from the noise and toward the mountain’s quiet.  “Theo.” She said softly, letting some melody enter her voice. “How can you cry when you’re surrounded by this beauty?” she asked him.

He continued to cry, clearly unaffected by her silly attempts to reason with him. She rocked him steadily. “You’re going to make me sing again, aren’t you?” she asked him. After a pause, she went on. “Well fine. But you brought this on yourself.”

She rocked him even more slowly, grinning at the flower beds that were bursting with color all around her, and began to sing into the quiet.

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me

I once was lost, but now I’m found

Was blind, but now I see

Oh, I can see you now

I can see the love in your eyes

Laying yourself down

Bringing back the brokenness to life

Her grin broadened as the boy stopped crying slowly, his eyes drifting closed. As he fell asleep she continued to sing to him and the mountains.

“Terrible, Alyssa.” said a voice behind her. She turned to him, never stopping her rocking motion. “You aren’t that great of a singer.” he said, grinning smugly

“Well he likes it,” she said. “And I don’t see you singing to him.”

“I’m a great singer.” he said. “It’s just that I’m never in charge of the childcare around here…me being a guy and all.”

“A likely story.” she said, even though she knew he was right.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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