There are ornamental cherries flowering all around the cemetery still, and yesterday in the calm warm air I walked there as the sun was setting. It wouldn’t be out of place to talk about ecstasy.In one direction the richest of sunsets. The broadleaf trees, still almost bare, and the pines and cedars contrasting crisply with the orange.
And in the other direction, in a cooler sky, a white full moon floating silently up.
I listened to Geza Anda and Clara Haskil playing a Bach Double Keyboard Concerto. I’ve missed Bach. I’ve been listening to a Cantata or two each week since Advent, but Lent is a break in the cycle. I’ve been listening mainly to Bluegrass, Blues and Country, which is huge fun, but somehow Bill Monroe’s exhilarating yodelling doesn’t feed me like J S does. Last night the complex machinery of Bach’s music meshed with the workings of the solar system so gloriously that I soared out of stasis because I saw exactly where I stood.