Norah Watched Him, Serious And Utterly Absorbed

Grief, It Seemed, Was A Physical Place.

Music Is Like You Touch The Pulse Of The World. Music Is Always Happening, And Sometimes You Get To Touch It For A While, And When You Do You Know That Everything's Connetcted To Everything Else.

He Had Never Even Glimpsed Her.

Norah Looked At Her Son’s Tiny Face, Surprised, As Always, By His Name. He Had Not Grown Into It Yet, He Still Wore It Like A Wrist Band, Something That Might Easily Slip Off And Disappear. She Had Read About People – Where? She Could Not Remember This Either – Who Refused To Name Their Children For Several Weeks, Feeling Them To Be Not Yet Of The Earth, Suspended Still Between Two Worlds.

But She Had Felt Since Childhod That Her Life Would N Ot Be Ordinary. A Moment Would Come- She Would Know It When She Saw It- And Everything Would Change.