Chopin

My homegirl Raw Rach hath alerted me to a really nice Garrison Keillor column from the weekend. I find him a little insufferable at times, but this is nice:

And an intensely quiet blond girl, a math whiz, who, with no reluctance, sat down at the piano when I asked her if she played piano, squared her shoulders and played the exquisite Chopin Prelude No. 2 in A minor, the notes of the slow movement like raindrops on birch leaves, smoke drifting by, an anguished old man pacing in the grass, and played it so beautifully it transformed the entire evening.

A little overwrought, to be sure, but a pretty sentiment.