November 28, 2010

Today, I enjoyed being back home. I had quite a lazy start in the morning and went out at noon to have a lesson. The winter had definitely settled and I listened to the sound of the snow crisping under my feet and the pure white where no one has stepped yet. It was lovely to see the same rowan tree I took a picture of at the beginning of November now covered in snow.
In the evening my mum, Anya and I went to the Philharmonic Hall to hear Symphony no. 8 by Mahler. The venue was completely full and most people, I guess, were relatives of the many choristers who took part in the concert. We saw a group of little boys, half of the boys' choir, passing us on their way to the stage. They were clad in black suits and bow ties and made all the three of us go "awwww" and Anya said her son would definitely sing in a choir.
The concert itself was a little bit of a disappointment, unfortunately. Mainly because of the acoustics. We were sitting in the gallery, not in the stalls, and it just didn't feel like we were a part of it. It was more like listening to an orchestra playing in a different room with all doors shut. I came home and listened to the piece again, on the internet.