A measure of pleasure

I had a strangely blissful two weeks in DC, ending with a concert that pleased both me and my colleagues (and, I hope, our lovely audience.) Our finale, the Presentation of the Rose from der Rosenkavalier, had had us all sweating blood during rehearsals... but in performance, the ghost of Richard Strauss smiled on us, and it went beautifully. (At least, it felt beautiful-- I have no idea what it sounded like from the outside.)
( Of DC theatre and such )

I love my city's summers. Exiting an air-conditioned theatre into the humid embrace of a DC summer night is a sensual experience: the full moon blurrily drunk on the moisture in the air, air so warm and heavy you could swear your outstretched arms leave trails through it. Also, the humidity makes my hair go all Alphonse Mucha (see my icon for an example; it was, after all, drawn during a DC summer.)

A measure of pleasure

I had a strangely blissful two weeks in DC, ending with a concert that pleased both me and my colleagues (and, I hope, our lovely audience.) Our finale, the Presentation of the Rose from der Rosenkavalier, had had us all sweating blood during rehearsals... but in performance, the ghost of Richard Strauss smiled on us, and it went beautifully. (At least, it felt beautiful-- I have no idea what it sounded like from the outside.)
( Of DC theatre and such )

I love my city's summers. Exiting an air-conditioned theatre into the humid embrace of a DC summer night is a sensual experience: the full moon blurrily drunk on the moisture in the air, air so warm and heavy you could swear your outstretched arms leave trails through it. Also, the humidity makes my hair go all Alphonse Mucha (see my icon for an example; it was, after all, drawn during a DC summer.)