The Inn on the Side of the Road
There's an inn on the side of the road, where the road inflects with a barely perceptible bend. One road approaches the front door and a new road exits the back door.
The visitors to the inn are a constantly shift cast of characters. Some well met. Some call on caution.
In this time and in this moment, the inn is hosting a command performance. A mysterious, lovely nightingale will fill the stage with bittersweet songs of beginnings and endings. The inn awash with the minor chords of longing - for things dying and things yet to be born.
Come join me inside the inn It's here for a moment and then is gone and will not be the same the next time it appears.