For years I have been puzzled and enamored with the sensation that accompanies the passing of time. You spend so much time planning something and looking forward to it, that when it actually happens, it's almost surreal. Just such an event has me thinking a lot about that particular sensation:
Today was my last lesson with Joseph Horovitz. It's hard to believe that it's over, given that I first set my sights on studying with him almost two full years ago. Of course it wasn't always what I had expected, but it's still quite a kick that now, rather than saying, 'I am planning to study...' or 'Currently, I am studying...', I can say, 'I studied with Joseph Horovitz.'