As I pulled into the parking lot of the school where my writing classes are held, I was thrilled to see that a drum rehearsal was underway. This happened last fall as well, and on some nights there were lots and lots of fancy marchers too. I don't know if it's for an upcoming parade or what; I just know I love watching -- and wish I could have recorded the sound as well because these guys are GOOD!
I love that they're of all ages . . .
I love the parents watching -- grinning and tapping their toes just as I was to the infectious beat . . .
But with tremendous joy and enthusiasm and a shared sense of accomplishment.
Not a lot of things make me tear up -- but this drum practice did.
I'm hoping there'll be marchers too next week.
I'll be there early.
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