A passing breeze A good night's sleep and a soporific journey into work. Dawdling vaguely at the ticket barriers in Victoria station I was barged so violently by the small woman following me that I popped out the other side like a cork. This made me feel rather disgruntled. Due to leg malfunction (which is slowly improving) I spent lunchtime at my desk listening to my iPod. I have loaded so many of my CDs onto it, that occasionally it plays something I don't remember. Today it played a song by Rachmaninoff called A Passing Breeze (Op.34, No.4) and even though I have no idea what the words mean it absolutely transfixed me. I had bought a CD and listened to it once or twice, and filed it in the "must listen to this improving work again sometime" section. However I repeated this song about five or six times and was spellbound. A singer, I don't even know who, and a accompanying piano and something which sounds to me like meditation on impermanence. I looked up Rachm...
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