Borrowed Atoms.

By chancemedley

The First Lesson.

As we were being serenaded by un guitarrista outside a cafe in the Plaça de Sant Pere, enjoying a brief repast, this little fellow approached the musician and started dancing around him in a circle - the musician playing a soft tune to the boy, following him.

Then, after he had finished the melody, the child went up to the guitar to pluck at the strings. Our troubador encouraged the boy to play, manipulating the chords so that a tune could heard.

It was a moment of simple joy, our hearts were warmed, the smile on the lad's face was priceless.

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