This morning on the treadmill at the gym I suddenly found myself in tears watching a concert on Arte of Prokofiev’s Romeo & Juliet.
It has been a morning like most others, everyone is fine, and this afternoon we have a press trip to Atlantis to look forward to with the children, followed by free dinner. Which would normally make me extremely happy. So what was it? A sudden, terrible longing for culture? Deep-rooted memories linked to that particular ballet, which I can’t remember? Or maybe the fact that I had another 20 minutes to go on the treadmill….?
Whatever it was, the music was astoundingly beautiful, if you have time, listen to it today. But keep your tissues handy.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2010