All cultured out

I am drowning in music, dance, sound and light. What a crazy but hypnotic week. I have sat in large doorway and viewed young artists as they perform in front of critics who can only dream of being brave enough to put their trust in the audience.
I marvel at how a group of people can see, hear and be a part of art and all come away having seen or felt something completly different.
Today will be a day of reflecting, watching the mood of the day as it drifts from rain that feeds my parched garden to a display of thuder and my husband taking pleasure of sitting outside under tin roof enjoying another form of music for the soul.