Stop. Relax your shoulders, close your eyes, breathe deeply. Listen to the silence. When your mind is a little calmed, watch a man sit, shirtless at the piano, playing a tune exquisitely for 3 minutes precisely. Really listen. Hear the gaps filled with residual resonance, hear the bass tones, the echoes, and the slight creak of bare feet on an old wooden floor. I picture moments from my life. A warm, sunny, salty afternoon on a beach. The swish and perfect, vibrating click of a well-struck golf ball, rushing away to land on a stripe-mown fairway amongst Scots pine trees. A walk through dappled sunshine in woodland and exquisitely-coiffed gardens full of birdsong near a red castle. Sitting on a hillside, watching the bees and insects buzzing around on their never-ending little missions and talking with my love of future plans. Watching her beaming face in the candlelight of an historic chapel. Driving over the crest of a hill on an empty road and the view opening up in front of us,…
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