La musique me manque

It's been a stressful week in all different dimensions. When I close my eyes and picture a happy place, my "escape picture", I almost always see my little apartment near my conservatory. I am standing on the wooden floor, bathed in sunlight, looking out on the snowy or springtime landscape, and singing with the occasional sounds of a saxophone floating down the hall from my neighbor. I hear my voice teacher's laugh, and I see the practice rooms where I spent so many hours learning piece after piece, plunking key after key on the slightly dilapidated pianos.

I miss it so much.