The music fills the hull of the van, loud—a story unfolding.
We are listening to Phantom of the Opera; an attempt to feed this yearning. I feel it lifting me…carries me away.
Boys in backseat merely raise eyebrows. Arias sail in the air around them, bass vibrato tickles eardrums.
Soon, giggles accent the chorus.
What is this? They want to know.
As I tell the story, they listen to singing words. Pause to train sheltered ear to hear the tale.
Yes, little boy says thoughtfully, there was an episode of Scooby-Doo about this.
My turn to raise eyebrows.
Grown-up giggles punctuate the air, as I remember…everything I know about opera I learned from Bugs Bunny. That wascally wabbit.
Friends, this time tomorrow evening I will be in New York City, preparing to watch the Phantom weave his Night Music.
I am beside myself with excitement. Please pray traveling mercies over me—I don’t do these kinds of things. This country-girl has the Wanderlust and so must go. The Big Apple calls…a voice I have never cared to hear before.
I shall be away from bloggy land for a few days.
Chasing this sehnsucht…