I recall one particularly dreadful afternoon last spring, where after a session with my psychologist I went for a walk on the beach. I was in a bad way emotionally and the cold green water invited thoughts of walking in and ending the pain. I walked for several hours until exhausted, climbed into the car and made the hour long drive home (the appointment was at her home office rather than her closer office). I played a Mozart cd that I'd picked up for a dollar at a school fête. It soothed me in a way that I find hard to explain. It's still in the car. I'll get the cover tomorrow and let you know exactly what the pieces were. K xox
