In one of my writing rooms at the Virrey de Mendoza, whose portrait hangs in the background circa 1744
Morelia is awakening in me things that laid dormant for way too long. The good news for all of us is that it’s all there awaiting its reawakening. Soul mates appear as if aspirations in physical form. The cascade has been literally just that. Today took those feeling to levels, heights and depths in the same instance.
The piano plays everywhere here and reminded me of some music that has been probably thirty years since my listening.
I hope you will find a moment of quiet and hear George Winston’s The Venice Dreamer. If this is not the right link please go to YouTube and find it there.
Among other things I came here to write and a book in next year’s queue is In Search of the Light, which has significant settings in Venice. It will introduce a character to the literary landscape. His name is Martin Daniel.
In the meantime please enjoy the music . . .
