It begins with a thought that passes like the faintest breeze:
“I need music back in my life.”
And the thought persists for a time. Not discontented, just the feeling that something is missing.
And then she sees the movie August Rush and the thought turns to a burning desire that is difficult to ignore.
“There must be music,” she declares. “Where is the music?”
Just at the point of despair and almost by ‘coincidence’ P says, “Check out Grooveshark.
So she does.
And there is music again …
… and a huge sigh of relief …
… and joy.
And intense gratitude.
