Mariah Soltyka

Of One Blood

The warm summer afternoon breeze gently ruffled the flower petals that hung lazily over the edge of the bassinet. The child’s coos carried on the soft gust and up into the air above the treetops. To a simple human, these incoherent babbles wouldn’t be heard for more than a couple yards, and yet, to the more sensitive ears listening high above, these sounds were as distinct as melodic, musical bells.