At least I have the piano. Practicing can be meditative and relaxing, although it is also work, and requires concentration. But there is something wonderful about repeating a passage over and over again to get it into my fingers and brain. I can think of nothing else but the little bit of music right in front of me.
While writing this a pigeon landed on the air-conditioner right behind me and started making little pigeon noises and clacking its feet on the metal. I wonder what it wanted?
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