Wednesday, April 26

P has violin lessons with a really wonderful instructor. She will play a passage for him so that he can hear what she is talking about: so intelligent. And yet I think this is his first teacher to do that with any regularity. Yesterday, when I dropped him off it was still light. But when I came to pick him up an hour later it had gotten dark. Both of them were so absorbed in the music that they didn't even hear me let myself in, let alone think to turn on any more lights. There was a beautiful, mysterious feel to the moment.

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