Seizing a quick moment inbetween tasks to share Part VI of my section-by-section play-through of Chopin’s Ballade number 2 here.
He came over to the rock where I sat, as I took my first look up from my phone where
Let me start this post with the end, literally, in mind. You have a proper cliffhanger here, in the form
Sneak peek. This is going to be so beautiful when it’s done. But what *is* “done”, anyway? Is “done” achieved
Such a beautiful morning it makes me wonder anew how anyone could believe that true beauty is relative, not absolute…
Ok. Ok. I surrender. I have been pushing back writing this post and what happens is I keep getting fired
On a morning like this One is given no choice But to forgive the leaf for falling Because it is