Thread 412- Taming Winter 1
Where cold wind blows
On the traveler’s road
Where falling snows
All warmth erode
We sing of light, through winter long
'Till the floods ring spring's gong
The last verse of the amusing little folk song drifted out through the open slats in the workshop wagon, stirring the lightly falling snow outside into swirling flurries. It was a simple piece, the sort of song even a child could sing. But Hanyi's voice, the piping of her flute, and the rattle of the wind tugging at the shutters made something homely of it, even out here, bumping over stones and dirt and roots.
Hanyi’s hands came together in a clap, punctuating the final word as she grinned. "See! I told you that I learned some fun songs while I was away."
"You did." Ling Qi smiled. "These folk songs have a fun rhythm to them. Perfect for a long trip."