That was then: crescendo

A long time ago when I was in my twenties, I played Beethoven’s Ninth over and over, window-shakingly loud, downstairs-neighbor-pounding-on-ceiling loud. I wanted the crescendo to block everything out, I wanted it to block everything out because the world seemed so overwhelming. I was just a kid, I desperately needed the strength of a Beethoven crescendo.


WP daily post: Crescendo


About Cass Nevada

bird lover, runner, artist, urban farmer, teacher, writer, planner, meditator and recycler.
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