My spirits come back. I don't know why, nor know any longer what it is like to be dispirited. I have discovered classical radio, which played Chopin this morning, and it took me far away from here, to SHSU campus and my piano recitals. I felt like I was twelve again, listening for the first time. Practicing with Mrs. Marks. I never knew in my childhood that I would feel cold chills to remember those little discoveries from which I am now so far removed. What might I have done to keep it all close?
I wasn't sure if I should bring my laptop for writing today, but I am so glad I did. Now more than ever I want to go to my stories.