Angels in the Gymnasium

in Writing Life

Yesterday I sat in a ratty old gym in southern Vermont and listened to angels sing. My *oldest son was among them. It was the New England Music Festival and the music made tears come to my eyes. In fact I was near sobbing at one point. The contrast was so poignant. I will get audio files at some point and share them.

There are no words.

 

*My sons are twins. He’s the oldest by seven minutes.

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