I listened to Pavarotti sing Nessun Dorma while driving to work today. I played it ear-shatteringly loud. In fact, commuters traveling three cars behind me could probably hear Pavarotti's undulating voice building to a momentous crest before breaking across the highway in velvet waves. I let those words gather on the skin. I let them sink into my bones. They filled me. I was the love Pavarotti sang about. I exalted. It took every shred of self-control I had to not skid across the highway, crash into a ditch, turn on my computer, and start typing a sonnet...
~Ordinary Art