by Rebecca Cochran
This morning, just for variety, I decided to try a coffee shop that is new to me. To get there, I had to drive along roads that I don’t normally use. As I enjoyed my coffee and headed home, I was thinking about what to write about in this space today.
Halfway home, while still pondering, I glanced up and noticed a street sign I’d never seen before. The sign, gracing a modest residential neighborhood, read “Bach Terrace.”
This took my breath away and, again, convinced me that Bach is everywhere.
This morning, just for variety, I decided to try a coffee shop that is new to me. To get there, I had to drive along roads that I don’t normally use. As I enjoyed my coffee and headed home, I was thinking about what to write about in this space today.
Halfway home, while still pondering, I glanced up and noticed a street sign I’d never seen before. The sign, gracing a modest residential neighborhood, read “Bach Terrace.”
This took my breath away and, again, convinced me that Bach is everywhere.
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