Reading this, I was WITH you in the car, music surround-sounding my inner and outer selves, and those insanely beautiful green parasols of trees overhead, blessing the world, you, all moms, Beethoven, days whose purpose is uncovered in a shared musical moment.
Reading this, I was WITH you in the car, music surround-sounding my inner and outer selves, and those insanely beautiful green parasols of trees overhead, blessing the world, you, all moms, Beethoven, days whose purpose is uncovered in a shared musical moment.
A beautiful snippet of the exalted. And since I'm typing this comment while listening to the Ninth, you've effectively spread the JOY. ❤️
DITTO! Loving the JOY right this minute! Tatyana, you are a Master of Beauty and Joy!!
😘😘😘
A parasol of trees! Yes! This is a gorgeous prose poem ❤️
This makes my day! 😘😘