Kerry's Field
The Sunday before Kerry and I were leaving our home in New York and journey south to Atlanta, we went to her favorite place. It is a beautiful park on Long Island with fields of tall grass, wild flowers and rolling hills that lead to the ocean. She climbed the rocks that overlooked the sea, and with the waves crashing down I sat and watched her face.
Our first child inside her, she stared at the waves and I could feel all the emotions running through her. The ocean and clouds seem to move with her. There I felt her sadness of leaving our home and family, the fear of an unknown journey, and wondering if we had made the right decision. But after a long period of silence, she turned towards me. Her eyes full of tears and the excitement of our lives about to begin, Kerry smiled softly and touched her belly. We continued sit as the waves crashed down on the rocks.
Score: Bb Clarinet / Harp / Strings
The Sunday before Kerry and I were leaving our home in New York and journey south to Atlanta, we went to her favorite place. It is a beautiful park on Long Island with fields of tall grass, wild flowers and rolling hills that lead to the ocean. She climbed the rocks that overlooked the sea, and with the waves crashing down I sat and watched her face.
Our first child inside her, she stared at the waves and I could feel all the emotions running through her. The ocean and clouds seem to move with her. There I felt her sadness of leaving our home and family, the fear of an unknown journey, and wondering if we had made the right decision. But after a long period of silence, she turned towards me. Her eyes full of tears and the excitement of our lives about to begin, Kerry smiled softly and touched her belly. We continued sit as the waves crashed down on the rocks.
Score: Bb Clarinet / Harp / Strings
