Creature of boundless metamorphoses. The slinky, jaunty cat in Peter and the Wolf; the haunting melody “E lucevan le stelle” in Tosca, the clarinet
On the other side of the door, my father says he hears a noise that none of us have ever heard before. “It sounds
Fallow fields sink into fog and the outline of the hills vanishes under dense, white shadow. A pheasant as blue as peace heads heavenwards