I am not sure that much can beat running barefoot in the grass and gazing wistfully at a night sky. As Feynman writes: Out of the cradle onto dry land...here it is standing...atoms with consciousness...matter with curiosity. Stands at the sea, wonders at wondering...I...a universe of atoms...an atom in the universe. Beauty, wonderment, awe: like children's eyes.
Chamber music this week, as a preface to the near-onset of a new orchestra season, which brings me to this lovely article about my orchestra and the wonderful man who leads it.