# Haystack harmonica - Link: https://mywalkabout.net/haystack-harmonica/ - Published: 2014-10-29T14:05:00-07:00 - Author: My Walkabout Long dirt roads, seemingly never ending in the heartland of America, are my traveling companion on a lazy weekend afternoon. The tranquility of endless corn fields, lone farm houses and sun light warm me like a fuzzy blanket as I drive to nowhere in particular, searching for the sweet resting spot.   I find a field that has a small open grassy area in between the high corn stalks. A small stream is making it’s way West towards the setting sun. Crickets are alive and singing, and a family of raccoons are rustling and chatting, just beyond my sight.   I pull out my harmonica and begin to play. [[                 Freedom exists when no one is around to listen. I jam to my own sound, dance and sway to the notes that float up into the blue October sky.   I lean back on a haystack and tap my toes to the rhythm….. [[ until the skies turn from blue to purple and orange, eventually fading to black. Stars comes out to comfort the lone wanderer as I hop back into my car, no one the wiser.   Except the family of raccoons. ### Share this: * [ Email ](https://mywalkabout.net/haystack-harmonica/?subject=%5BShared%20Post%5D%20Haystack%20harmonica&body=https%3A%2F%2Fmywalkabout.net%2Fhaystack-harmonica%2F&share=email) * [Post](https://x.com/share) * [Share on Tumblr](https://www.tumblr.com/share) * [ WhatsApp ](https://mywalkabout.net/haystack-harmonica/?share=jetpack-whatsapp) * [ Nextdoor ](https://mywalkabout.net/haystack-harmonica/?share=nextdoor) * [ Threads ](https://mywalkabout.net/haystack-harmonica/?share=threads) * [[ * [Tweet](https://twitter.com/share) * [ Reddit ](https://mywalkabout.net/haystack-harmonica/?share=reddit) ### Like this: Like Loading…