I got to rehearsal out at the Music Center really early Monday night.
There was as yet nobody in the recital hall. I took out my violin and
sheet music and sat down and got in an hour of practice. But then I
got tired all of a sudden. So I took three chairs and lined them up in a
row. As I was lying across them I looked up at the ceiling at the lights
— still turned off at that point. I looked at the windows, at all the
chairs and music stands and the big tympani over in the corner, at the
several pianos that are there in the room.
All of it seemed familiar, and yet so wondrous strange. It was like a
fairy tale — one in which I am relearning to live.