Head in the air

I once knew a young woman who wanted to experience as much of life as possible and went off to live in Paris when she was newly 18. She had very little money so she used to visit the Louvre on Sundays when it was free. Each week, when the museum closed, she crossed the road to a church where there was a free organ recital.

This evening I sang in our Christmas concert and midway through there was a short organ piece that wasn't in the programme. As I sat and listened she came vividly to mind. I don't know whether she ever heard this piece in that church. Perhaps she did.

I have a great deal to thank her for.