Posted on December 4th, 2011
A few nights ago, the sounds of a brass band playing holiday songs drifted up to the loft. I took Pea down to the street to see if we could locate the band. We did, one block over.
She was not impressed. (I was, because as cold as it was, it had to be really, really difficult to keep those instruments in tune. And they were so festive.)
I explained to Pea that whenever we encounter live music in the world, we need to stop and savor it, that it’s a gift. A present.
Pea said: “I would like another present.”