Or maybe the day before.
I can remember the feel of the movement. Sometimes, often, I can't remember the music exactly. But I remember the feel of the music. Smooth or jagged or elegant or frantic or a little bit of each. I have sudden, very vivid flashbacks to individual moments, seconds, milliseconds. Maybe it was a moment of particular togetherness, or a moment of particularly joyful surprise. Or a little bit of each.
Some of these echoes last a long time.
It's being present in the moment.
ReplyDeleteThanks for pausing and taking a breath to write this blog. It's a joy to read.
Thank you. It's a pleasure to pause and to breathe...
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