So there I am. I’ve never listened to this CD I have. Claire-Marie Le Guay plays, among other things, Mozart’s Piano Sonata No. 4 in B‑flat major, K.570. The Allegro starts, and even though I’m at my desk, I close my eyes and just listen. The playing is so gentle and measured. So incredibly lovely. I don’t even hear my mother come downstairs.
At least until starts unloading the dryer and she starts talking to herself about losing a sock. “Where could it be?” She has no idea. “Surely a sock can’t just vanish into thin air,” and so on.
Talk about being pulled forcefully back to earth. But a short moment away is better than no moment.