![]() I paused in the middle of my arpeggios and folded my hands in my lap. I was still playing through my exercises when Papa came through the door with Herr Schachtner at his side, the two of them discussing some matter or other about the archbishop, their hair blown wispy from the bustle of the Getreidegasse, the city’s main thoroughfare, on which our home stood. ![]() My day of magic arrived on a bright autumn morning, when the poplar trees swayed against a golden city. The sounds outside your window seem very far away, songs of another world, and you imagine that this is the moment just before something unusual happens. Your voice is a note suspended in the breeze. ![]() The dust in the air glows white, charmed. There is a peculiar pattern to the silhouettes of leaves quivering against the sunbeam on the floor. Sometimes, a day comes along that seems possessed by a certain shade of magic. ![]()
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