One day, walking across the long bridge on my way from Dearborn Street to a restaurant in Yorkville, I found myself singing. Now, there was a time, maybe ten years ago, when I always sang as I walked. But then I stopped.
So imagine my shock when melodies tumbled up from my depths, through the rusty cords of my voice-box, and flowed out into the frigid wind, countering the traffic noise with full-throated sound.
Song! I'd forgotten how much delight (just like joy) I took (I take) in creating melodies, cadences, bridges, modulations. Sometimes I forget how simple it is to live; all I need to do is just give myself over to delight.
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