...the familiar strains of Moon
River fills the air. I don't know exactly where the music comes from or why it
plays, but it's loud enough that it reaches my 2nd floor balcony. Sometimes I
don't notice it until it's almost to the end, but there are times when it plays
with my imagination. I start to hear Andy William's voice in my head and see
Audrey Hepburn standing outside of Tiffany's. But mostly I wonder about this
"wider than a mile" river, where it starts and where it flows to. I
wonder if someday ever came and if this dreamer was ever able to "cross it
in style, " or if it was one of those things that remained a dream. Then I
feel a slight pang because there is "such a lot of world to see" and
so much of it that I have yet to. And then when the song ends, I hope with all
my heart that this dreamer was able to
