Music to Live by

I decided that it would be cool to have a soundtrack always playing over my life…and fortunately our upstairs neighbor usually accommodates nicely. Every day, or nearly so, the two girls who live upstairs (ages 17 and 9) practice piano. The 17 year old masterfully plays classical pieces that I recognize, though sadly cannot name, that always seem to fit the mood and season. During the summer her play matched the oppressive heat and melted and muted colors of a hazy summer afternoon. Today her notes coincided exactly to the spectacular cool of autumn sunset shining off the ancient faded brick and terra cotta of the church visible out our kitchen window.