Waking up in a nice quiet house in the middle of dense forest and fresh after-rain air, I feel that my heart was cleansed and my soul was wakened. Even though I was born and raised in big cities, but I think I’ve come to love a quiet morning with birds chirping and an easy walk into the embrace of nature, having breakfast with a seemingly carelessly assembled bouquet of wild flowers in late summer than in the forest of concret. I even think music makes much more sense to hear and listen in nature than in some prestigious concert halls located at some busiest corners of humanity.
We were invited to spend a night at friend’s house in New Jersey. It reminded me of a stay in a house in Connecticut last summer around the same time of the year. Everything was quiet and the rain nurished everything in the last bit of sweetness of summer.
On the way driving back to the city, we were listening to Brahms piano trio No.2. It sent chills down my spine like never before.
Thursday night, we went to the Russian town in south Brooklyn, had some festive Russian dishes (yummy!) by the Atlantic ocean at night. It’s been a great time. (Thank you Leo for your hospitality!)
do you know who’s hiding? :)
Driving on George Washing bridge. Manhattan on the left.
back to .. civilization.
Otherwise, I’m just working on the piece which is to be performed in several cities in Canada in about a month; getting addicted to watching the Food Network like never before and waiting for school to start (it seems to be taking forever..)
