Yesterday as I was returning from my son's book signing event at Anderson's bookstore, I listened to Swan by Camille Saint-Saens, Cellist Vladimir Orloff on the radio. It was sunset and my friend was driving, passing tall trees in Evanston as we were breathing the astonishing scent of linden flowers. I said to him: Let's freeze this transcendental moment of beauty forever in our memory!
We listened in silence. I, was in cloud nine, he, in a complicated feeling of sadness!
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