Last year, I ended my gratitude musings grateful for community. As I return from my 6:30-9 rehearsal tonight, catching up post-Thanksgiving breather with my fellow choristers, I remain grateful. December begins in just a couple of hours – and we have so. much. to. do. before we’re ready for those final holiday concerts. Gah.
But these are my people – we do the mostly impossible every single year – holding each other up through colds and bad entrances and missed notes. Making music out of magic, or maybe vice versa. Such thanks for that…
bridged
buttressed
the fermata
holds the choir, sustained
a bridge made of arching voices
soaring