Upwards … again and again.

The local beauty of my life is in image number two … so voilà:

This is my favourite spot to sit at the Poel music school.  Often I’m alone here, feeling life wash over me in the gentle light.

Sometimes there are kids everywhere on the padded orange benches, chatting and laughing as their instruments cover the floor.

Lots of students have a class upstairs, and I watch the younger ones bounce up the stairs.  Yesterday a tiny fellow with short legs took his time on the risers – two feet on each one.

Parents hang out, listening for the musical tones of their daughter or son, hoping for success … and especially for happiness.

I love the rising and the turning and the rising again.  I think of life.  The visiting and revisiting of experiences.

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I’m glad I climb

I’m glad my companions do as well