carnegie hall last night was beautiful and subtle in its own way. what i mean to say is my experience of the music was beautiful. i listened for what i like, and i loved every note. sometimes there are pieces i don't like, but this time i enjoyed every moment. while taking in the splendour of such a lovely space, i could not help but notice the little boy in front of me that had his stash of candy on the arm of his chair. he looked to be about 7 years old, so cute in his little suit, he stood on his feet for the entire 2 hours, dipping into his candy stash from time to time,while truly interested in bethoven, chopin, and debussy. precious. and i liked the couple next to me who would whisper to one another. discussing the music, the performance? i suspect they are musicians themselves as they seem to mirror, mimic, the very movement of the pianist's hands across the grand piano in one of the pieces.

i'm told it's best, if you can, to sit on the side of the stage where you can see the hands, and the movement of the pianist. this pianist was a child protege from moscow, who at the age of 35 has already been working 30 years. to be born with such a gift, and all that it must take for it to flourish and thrive. his performance was beautiful. and there's something about when a man approaches the piano, and swings back the tails of his tuxedo before sitting down to play, something about that little swift movement that i love. maybe it has to do with it being a ritual of some kind for an elite few.

it was a beautiful evening and i was quite pleased with what i wore. i dressed in a purple silk ankle length skirt with all lace at the bottom of the skirt, along with a black lace fitted jacket. i tried to loosen up the ensemble by wearing my hair in a pony tail slightly off center and a bit messy, a nod to the bohemian in me.

feel good, dear You, and have a sweet weekend. make it nice. i picked up a bunch of flowers at the farmer's market today. found my way to a cafe this evening to practice my writing while sipping hot chocolate with whip cream. nice music streaming over head. i was aware of the young lady next to me lost in the story she was reading while sipping her coffee. nice, i thought. us girls being... and enjoying ourselves.