Words come awkward, as if huddling, malconent, in some dissenting portion of of my brain -- one which which disdains the ranks and wheels of my more regimented tenants: lines and lines of code.
Last night, neither the soft embrace of a deep couch nor the smiling words of a dear friend could convince my enervated mind to set aside the cadence of its weary feet.
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But later that evening, my dragging march became a dance. During a rehearsal with the Hershey Symphony, the music soared. My mind had already been spent, my focus drained. But such strains live infused with the vitality of the soul.
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July 4th, the symphony leads an evening of music and fireworks on the grounds of the Penn State Hershey Medical Center. I can't wait.