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, contemplative, mid-life runner, coach, forever curious. I'm interested in the intersection between art and spirituality. What if the purpose of life is to seek beauty? What if everyone could make art?