The dirty concrete I lie on makes my back ache, but the notes echoing inside the piano provide soothing relief. I gaze up at the weathered black casing, which must have once been so shiny it was able to reflect the light of the sun suspended in the blue sky. The three legs of the piano surround me, providing the protective barrier that I am sprawled in. Although the bottom of the piano blocks my view of the cloudy sky, I like it better this way. If lightning illuminates the heavens, if gray clouds hurtle themselves over the mountains, I’ll never know. I’ll just gaze up at the piano, letting my body absorb the echoing notes.