The letter for today is: X, where I feature xenophobia and xylophone.
After a reported bombing somewhere in the world, people tend to draw into themselves. Xenophobia runs through the population in England, where almost every nationality is represented. People tend to distrust someone from that faraway land and wonder if more bombs could be under construction amongst their neighbors nearby.
Things are very different in another part of the world.
My memory of Bali, the Indonesian island in the Pacific Ocean, brings back the distinctive smell of coffee and the ringing sound of the xylophone. The native people, dressed in ancient-style costumes, act out plays with jerky movements accompanied by a band consisting of a large group of xylophones.
I'd rather listen to xylophones played by happy people than fall prey to xenophobia.