Before. Studying his music. Looking a little ill.
At the piano. Rising the occasion. Playing even better than in a million practices at home.
Forgot the bow. Shoulders back. Subtle pride. He knows he did well, but he’s not going to smile too broadly.
Just the hint of a smile. Done. And breathe.
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My name is Carrie Snyder. I'm mother of four, writer of fiction and non-, dreamer, planner, mid-life runner, soccer coach, teacher, taking time for a cup of coffee in front of this computer screen. My days are full, yet I keep asking: how can I fill them just a little bit more, with depth, with care, with light.