That Viennese Music

That Viennese Music

Oh how it comes out of nowhere, just as we are driving back from Arden Hills to see the doctor....it drifts and suddenly swirls around us..taking us to that higher place..

anywhere but here..going west on 26th street to Lyndale in south Minneapolis...away from the news that my mother's white blood cell count is getting higher by one point since last week...
We drive right by the Urology place where she was diagnosed with a tumor last April...the music lifts us up and safely takes us back to Vienna where she grew up..where this music was the commonplace of everyday life.

I stop outside the coop...black birds fly off into some upper heaven, lighting briefly in the black trees..briefly..

The Viennese music is a message, a Hanuka gift perhaps from a long dead mother...a sign of some kind.

Enthralled we liston to it..as busy traffic hurries by. I cannot bear the news I have heard..it is too much...

and so the music is a gift....on the second day of Hanukah. It is a gift.