I love music! My favorite music is quiet, contemplative classical music. It helps me to focus. Without it my mind flits from one task to another and on to the next, throwing me into a tornado of activity in which nothing is accomplished and I just end up dizzy. But, when I turn on my music, I am Pecos Bill riding the tornado and guiding it where I want it to go. I can totally lose myself in a single task as long as the strains of the violin are blocking out all the distrations.
A few weeks ago, I had a fever and stayed home from school. The fever did not disable me, so I was sitting up in bed reading a novel, when I noticed a different kind of music. Through the closed window I heard a faint remembrance of frog song. Could it really be frog song? I grew up in the tropics where frog song was the background music of my childhood, but it was the end of January! I couldn't believe my ears until I got up and opened the window. I was shocked to feel a warm breeze caress my cheek, and sure enough, the frogs were singing in a mighty chorus, almost chirping in glee over the funny thought of a warm Tennessee January.
I did not turn on the classical music I love so much that day. No Baroque. No string quartets. I luxuriated in a day with a good book to the accompaniment of boisterous frog song.
1 comment:
What a lovely post. I noticed the frogs singing as I ran on the river trail last week - a sign of spring?
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