A Moment Might Be A Thousand Different

Grief, It Seemed, Was A Physical Place.

...bleak Territory Of The Heart.

He Fished In His Pocket For His Keys And Instead Pulled Out The Last Geode, Gray And Smooth, Earth-shaped. He Held It, Warming In His Palm, Thinking Of All Mysteries The World Contained: Layers Of Stone, Concealed Beneath The Flesh Of Earth And Grass; These Dull Rocks, With Their Glimmering Hidden Hearts.

Though Lexington Is Not A Small Town, It Sometimes Feels Like One, With Circles Of Acquaintance Overlapping Once, Then Again; The Person You Meet By Chance At The Library Or The Pool May Turn Out To Be The Best Friend Of Your Down-the-street Neighbor. Maybe Thats Why People Are So Friendly Here, So Willing To Be Unhurried.

Music Is Like You Touch The Pulse Of The World. Music Is Always Happening, And Sometimes You Get To Touch It For A While, And When You Do You Know That Everything's Connetcted To Everything Else.