Some Bach and a lexicographical mystery on a Sunday

Saturday mornings are often bright and brimming with possibility, possibility of all the things I could and would like to do. Often, I get to do a number of them and then I save the rest for another weekend. I go to bed quite content with that knowledge, though it is not without a sliver of moodiness because Sunday approaches swiftly, a clear sign of the end of my weekend rest.

I try to spend Sundays doing a bit of work so I won't be too frazzled on Monday itself, but I make sure to also indulge in a book or some music, and maybe a walk since it's been so breezy lately. I do so love a good lazy day, or a series of them.

Today, I finished a novel, The Broken Teaglass, a fun novel I began reading last weekend. Lexicographers, definitions, word nerds, a mysterious confession in bits and pieces hidden within the office's citation files: the book was right up my alley. It certainly was a treat this past week. And since it'd been a while since I listened to Bach, I put some on the music player. The grandiose and slightly dark phrasings of "Toccata and Fugue" lent some suspense as I flipped through the final pages of my novel, and then Gabriela Montero's clever and moving improvisation of "Prelude #1 in C" from "The Well-Tempered Clavier" left me thoughtful and yearning for something I could not articulate - I was certainly melancholic at this point - when I closed the book. Without my noticing, the afternoon had slipped by, giving way to evening.

I do wish they'd last a little longer, these Sundays.

A Sunday Kind of Love, by Beth Rowley

Posted by Monoceros at January 24, 2010 6:45 PM