Tonight a friend bought me and two fellow choristers tickets to the Moscow Ballet performing Tchaikovsky’s “Nutcracker”. Let me repeat that: he bought us tickets. For no reason at all, other than that he is a lovely person. I spent the evening bathed in the music of an emotional genius, literally breathless in its power.
Now I sit at home, my soul still moving to the music of Tchaikovsky which plays in my head and my heart, and reflect that I can never repay the Universe for the blessings that have been showered upon me.
That’s a good thing, by the way.