The Waltz

Music reminds you of certain things.

A certain smell, a certain place, a certain picture a certain feeling, a certain memory, a certain sensation.

The moment I hear the first 3 notes,

I feel the coldness of the winter, the thin air and the frigid breath that hurt your nose. The strong wind that pushes your head down. The thick brown jacket and the soft scarf.

Yet at the same time, I feel the warmth within, like having a bowl of soup that is too hot and goes all the way down. A flower blossoms somewhere deep inside the body, the petals turn in the sweetest speed that form a smile on the face.

The magic of music.

 © 2017 S-C Hsu

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