Of all the places I've had to kill time over the last fifteen years, waiting for my kids to finish some activity or other, nothing equals the music academy. It's in a seaside village that's packed with tourists during the summer, but deserted in the winter. I've never had any occasion to explore it until this year, when Rebecca's music lessons brought me there once a week, and presented me with an hour's worth of exploration time.
Now, I'm a seasoned chauffeur-mom, and always have knitting or reading handy in case my patience and interest should wane. But on music day, I found that I was actually enjoying my hour by the sea, and needed neither knitting nor books nor patience to make the time enjoyable. The music lesson is at sunset at this time of year, and there's nothing more peaceful and glorious than walking on the beach and wandering among the tiny alleyways of a small Mediterranean town as the sky and the water become rich gold, then pastel pinks and blues, and finally darken to deep cobalt before disappearing into the night's blackness. By then I'm walking back towards the school, the moon rising above the dark silhouettes of the palm trees, as from a high, bright-lit corner window of the music academy, Rebecca's piano music rings out.