.the end of a vacation

Sounds are drifting through my window of one of my neighbours playing the most lovely tune on the piano. It reminds me that there are other determined, genuine, and unique people out there in the world - or even through the window next to me - living their lives, singing to the sky, and dreaming of beauty. 

It reminded me of one of my favourite artists and idols when I was younger - the late great Glenn Gould. Almost as eccentric as he was talented, the world was blown away by his technical proficiency and the indiosyncrasity of his beautiful sound. I remember being enraptured by his swaying and undulating in the first video recording of him I saw one night on CBC with my parents. Soon after I learned that he hummed while he played, only perform on a chair made by his father, and wore gloves and about three layers to many pretty much all the time. I was in love.