Good morning!
It’s Sunday, and the bay is holding a live musical performance. We have the splashing and sloshing and trickling of waves from the horn section. The rumbling, roaring, blub-blub-blubbing of a solitary motorboat is our string section. The gulls do a fine job on woodwinds, while a single red squirrel provides impassioned percussion.
Last but not least, we have the bell. Which is expertly played by…the bell.
Shall we stand here and enjoy the show?
“Every day we make more progress toward understanding the concert hall.”
—Esa-Pekka Salonen
Yes we do.
Onwards,
Clara
