As I walked through the empty campus to my car after class I walked past a young man whistling. He was one of those people who could whistle with vibrato...ya'know? Anyway - he had a beautiful whistle and he was crafting a beautiful tune. It rang through the clear, cold night and made me smile.
What an incredible gift he had - to make cheerful music with the pursing of his lips and the exhale of air. So simple but profound.
I wish I could whistle - alas I do not have that talent. It was really a problem when I was Anna in "The King & I" and I was supposed to be able to whistle my fears away. Hard to do when you purse your lips and nothing comes out. :D
Anyway - I guess I just want to remind everyone to whistle a happy tune and add a solo to the soundtrack of your life.
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