He was on a high. The music was blaring, beating out from his front room, so that he could be immersed in its man-made pulse as he sat on his veranda, looking out as he was, at the natural wonder and therapy of the distant rolling sea. The sky was clear and blue, a magic day and he was in harmony with it, and with the beat that flooded the neighbourhood.
He asked us if he had the music up too loud, and we told him. After all he was our new neighbour.
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© Farmer 27 March 1996