the stars sparkle and blaze

overheard at work: applause and laughter; the stage manager's voice talking low from backstage into the intercom system during the quietest moments of the show; a soprano warming up in the stairwell; sirens outside; footsteps upstairs; the soft hum of the lirone.

tonight: an opera. tomorrow night: a baroque orchestra concert. and so it goes, back and forth. outside they keep calling for rain, but instead the air borders on mild. cristina and I walk for dinner without our coats, pleased.



overheard at work: "Does your wife want to be a concubine?"