There's a calm before the storm.
I know
It's been comin' for some time.
Today was Calliope's second chorus-only practice in a row (well, chorus and orchestra separate, that is) -- and it's always really nice to have Julia (our conductor) to ourselves. The orchestra is amazing, but when it's everyone together there is just so much going on. Tonight we arranged in small semi-circles in order to hear one another better and get a good mix, and the altos in circle #1 (i.e., the circle I was in!) tore it up. It was a great rehearsal -- the Bach that so intimidate us a few weeks back is now one of my favorite pieces to sing.
I had ridden my bike into Boston when the sky was only vaguely threatening to do much more than release a light mist, but by the time we were done rehearsing, a downpour had unleashed itself. After a bike ride over the Harvard bridge, I went back home to dry myself off thinking I might go back out again. But after a shower and a realization that I could grab ice cream without getting wet, I opted to stay in and play Rock Band with V., who is leaving for Japan on Thursday.
But back to the main point--I realized tonight that I can procure the most delicious saffron ice cream you ever did taste on a stormy Cambridge evening without getting wet. How many people can say that? I'd approximate about the 20 that live in my building, and that's it. Honestly, even without the ice cream (which served as my dinner, mind you), I'd have been happy tonight. I love summer rain.
