lend me your ear

There is an area of my regular run that reminds me of a Roman theater. It is hardly on the same scale but has stone seating in a semi-circle. I've never seen anyone using it and often wonder why it was placed there. Located along the creek and nestled by greenbelt overgrowth, I constantly daydream of its use. Yesterday I went for a run and as I came from under thirty-fifth street I saw someone sitting among the stones with his bike propped against a tree. As I came closer I saw he was holding a ukulele and then I heard him singing gently. He had a beautiful voice and as I ran I thought what a treat it was to be sung to as I went along my way the sun setting with a cool breeze blowing and a soft voice wafting over me like the waves of the ocean on a beach. The rest of my run home was with a lighter step as the mariposas in my stomach lifted me up and carried me the rest of the way from the mysterious ukulele playing man at the theater with no name.