Music. One of the universal intangible expressions, life - all life - responds to.
It pours into our soul and warms, fills and nourishes like cup of tea.
Woke to rain - replete with thunder and lightening - and Gorecki's Tranquillisimo playing in my head, though I have no idea where that CD could be. Still, that music remained with me throughout the day.
Strange when pieces of music find you, when you can't find the source that conjoured it, or the disc to play it.
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