The Supermoon of Doom doesn't look so strange as I come home, having been gone since 7 this morning... work, ceramics, my first City Music Experience, dinner and convo where we both started nodding off.
The church parking lot was full by the time I got to St. Ignatius, which I love because it reminds me of pictures I saw a kid of the Hagia Sofia, with its tall marble pillars, arabesque/romanesque flourishes, carved marble, the soaring of the ceilings as we found stray seats here and there on the pews.
It was unpretentious and packed with those of us who can't afford to go to Severance but like to get our culture on and this was a welcome stand-in. I like going to these kind of things by myself because I can get lost in the music but one of my friends who's a violinist and named her pets after composers found me and I joined her.
To watch someone perform a beautiful piece having mastered their instrument is something beyond words and I was spellbound, getting those shivers up my spine when I'm moved in ways impossible to explain, leaving me speechless and in awe that I had just seen and heard.