It was a day of lollygagging and coming back to this image, deciding on which direction to take it. I am using the excuse that I am still a little ill from a cold so it was okay to remain in pyjamas all day. Maybe that is what permitted me to take the direction I did. Thank you Björn Rudberg for such a beautiful image. Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this fabulous group of writers week after week!
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Word Count: 100
She closed her eyes as she listened to Yo-Yo Ma’s recording of Bach’s Cello Suite No.1 – Prelude. It never failed to bring a feeling of complete peace over her body. The cello was her favourite instrument in the orchestra. She could feel the melancholic, rich sound in the deepest part of her gut, her heart, her soul.
Why ever did she never learn to play? It was way too late now, she was convinced. No one in their right mind, wth no clue how to even read music, would think of taking up an instrument in her fifties? Would they?