An Unlikely Oasis

I enter the small tiled street on my way home for comida (lunch). My clothes stick to me in the heat. And then, cool air envelopes me, soothing away Sevilla´s calor, a small oasis found on our daily walks. Today, there is more. A window is open overhead. An aria flows down the plastered walls, it´s origin unknown. I chastise myself for not knowing and then stop. For today, it is enough for the notes to follow me along the street, sprinkling themselves among the sweet, high voices of children going home for siesta.