A Gentle Evening Hum

I came back inside from the porch as dusk settled and wandered toward the corner guitar stand. Cradling my little pup securely under my right arm, I reached out with my left hand to lightly brush the lowest nylon string. A deep, warm hum resonated right through the wooden floorboards under my soft feet. I paused, letting the gentle vibration settle into our quiet space. Leaning closer against the polished timber of the instrument base, I carefully nudged a stray felt pick flat against the rim so it would stay tidy and safe for tomorrow.