Same Outfit

The following week I knocked softly on Doug's door hoping this time I wouldn't frighten him. 

He sat clad in the same outfit, in his chair by the window, but his expression changed when he looked up and saw me. His fear, his apprehension wasn't present and he even cocked a half-smile as I entered. 

​I played more harmonica music as he listened intently facing the window with the view of the winter woods.

I stayed "safe" during this session.  How and why?

LISTEN: Oh Susanna