and while away

I did, of course, have time to play piano. For myself. Without thought of anything or anyone else. A refuge of sorts. And, to my surprise, the music that I grabbed onto and have enjoyed is that of Chopin. Specifically, the mazurkas. I haven't played any of them in good number of years. In fact, I haven't played much Chopin at all for quite some time. One day I just picked them up to read through on a lark, and pretty much haven't stopped. I suppose, in some ways, they are tied up with a certain nostalgia. A time past. No doubt consonant with the "space" I inhabit now. So lovely. So short. Speaking directly to the heart. That is how I've come to think of them.