ABSTRACT
I came home from choir practice that night humming and glowing and at peace with a world filled with music. 1 It was the first week in November, the leaves were gone from the trees, not many Christmas lights up yet. A time of gathering darkness, made brighter by the people, the harmonies, the song. Three year old Gabe was at the door by the time I was halfway through it. His words mixed in with Jairo’s, who was talking loudly into the phone on the other side of the living room.
