Listening to a world class soloist play classical music, I got lost in the music. My thoughts swirled in some weird place between thinking and feeling. When the piece was over and the endless clapping turned into the sounds of restless shuffling, I looked around. So. Many. Old. People. But why? I suspect that after decades of living, you can only listen to lyrics so many times before grumbling, “Well, that’s bullshit.” No lyrics? No problem.
Day 27 of 366