Sickness kept him home the third week, but it was no more than what he imagined himself to be afflicted with. His heath was as good as it had ever been, he had no physical ailments.
He'd watch the sky from the tallest window in the house. The clouds were marching to the east, dizzyingly high. He would hear the watch ticking on his arm, the second hand getting louder on the watch side as it approached, then receded to the other side of the dial.
Later he was at the beach, looking for shells. He saw Candice there.
"I saw your daughter the other day." she said.
He exchanged small talk and then called his daughter.
They had brunch at a favorite restaurant.
"Dad, I am glad that you called."
He forgot everything he idly worried about. He was glad too.
For some reason the lonely halls and rooms of his mind where smaller, as she smiled.
As he drove home, he hummed a tune and wrote it down when he arrived home. The darkness did not oppress him, though he turned on the lights. Then he turned them off quickly, and saw the moon going up into the sky from the tallest window in the house.
He picked up the instrument, he played a violin solo to the moon.
A deer with her fawn heard the violin music, and came down the hillside, waited patiently for him to finish. It knew when he noticed, he would feed them carrots.
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