Mariage d’Amour
The static sound of a radio vastly echoes from the corn field behind the house.
Between the sweltering heat of the afternoon, the piano in static noise could be heard and somehow slightly easing the heat.
The peaceful day in her grandparent's house moves unhurriedly.
She was tired of hearing it everyday. Whilst the piece was part of an audio drama, it was played over and over again until she eventually memorized how the notes went.
Until everytime she hears the piece,
she was always reminded of the summer heat in the farm,
the small little hut that was built in the middle of it,
the painfully peaceful day that leads to boredom,
the chickens venturing everywhere,
the earthly scents combined with heat,
the fresh breeze that sometimes comes and goes,
the sound of her grandmother's broom scrapping the soil while she sweep the dried leaves piling up,
the neighbors coming in for a little bit of chat and gossips,
the high pitch laughters reverberating,
And her boredom.
But when they had to go and find a place to stay in town, they had to leave the rural village behind.
Surprisingly, she missed that feeling. Though in her disappointment, she didn't know the title.
Years passed,
Her habbit of randomly playing a music became her chance of rediscovering old tunes playing on her head.
'Chopin - Spring Waltz',
The first note suddenly felt a bit familiar, she then let the music freely echo in the living room.
And the forgotten summer heat once more engulfed her memory.