~~~ Hard, dry winds had been shaking the trees so strongly that many had lost branches, and drifts of fallen autumn leaves were scuttling about; the hills were dark due to an emergency power shutdown, and the air was faintly smokey from wildfires near and far. It was very late; only occasional cars passed, and a few cyclists and skateboarders. In the darkness of one front yard, a deer that had snuck down from the hills was grazing, watching me warily as I went by.
~~~ I had just recently celebrated my eighty-first birthday at another friend's usual Sunday Afternoon Tea, so the news was a wonderful addition to the occasion. It was a delight to get the award, though (as I have said elsewhere) all the people who have sung and recorded the song, all the people who have enjoyed it, are the real reward. But the thing that struck right to my heart was that a large group had assembled to sing it in four part harmony at the Ohio Valley Filk Festival, which is where the awards are presented. Wow!
~~~ Tears of joy.
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*A nice review of the song, with links:
mdlbear.dreamwidth.org/1649658…
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**What filk music is, with links:
en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Filk_m…
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