Began the day playing Bach’s Toccata in E Minor; and, as I got here –

I felt – as I so often do at that particular point – deep emotion, a heart-stopping sense of the beauty of the piece and the pathos of us all. Not sure why this transition gobsmacks me. I suspect it’s because the conversation the fugue establishes has an emotional break here. Here we’re not just dancing back and forth with one another, with ourself. Here we are letting the tears flow.
Post-Bach, a walk with the dog through new parts of our forest, where we stumbled on a deer skull.

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