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Do you ever wish you could disassemble your day and reassemble it in another way like so much lego?

The idea came to me as I walked the subway concourse. I heard the sound of a cello (I had written about the cellist before in this post), but it was unlike any sound I had heard before.  As I rounded the corner to come into view of the cello, the performer leaned back and exhaled with authority.  I listened to the music but was unable to hear it as a song.  It sounded like background music to a movie scene in which the main characters did very little talking, but in fact said so much.  In its simplicity, it was quite beautiful.

It got me thinking about my day. So many marginally nice and marginally disgruntling things had happened.  None of them were outstanding.  However, if I could edit the film of my day, perhaps a better story would emerge.

My conversation in the lunch room about marriage, divorce, and parental approval for marriages in India would have been better if it had happened later in the day when my body had reached the stage of tiredness that made any chair more comfortable.  I would have been drinking better coffee out of a china mug instead of what I was drinking from a leaky paper cup that probably wouldn’t get recycled.  The late afternoon sun would have made some shadows in the lunchroom.  Of course, the haunting cello would have been playing in the background.

When I was on the bus, with the setting sun dancing across my closed eyelids, creating orange fire on the insides of my lids, the soundtrack would have muffled the loud telephone talkers, but still allowed me to hear the women behind me practicing their Japanese with the use of an app. It also would have given rise to a smile of the beautiful older (read age appropriate) and possibly Persian woman who sat across from me, with her confident fashion style and sparkling eyes that I saw when she removed her sunglasses.  Perhaps with a beautiful soundtrack I could have stole more looks.

If I could have edited my day, I would have moved students between classes, hoping that some dynamic might emerge. With the soundtrack and movie magic, perhaps it would appear that they were learning so much.

Lastly, my subway platform conversations with a new friend might have gone better with the cello providing appropriate punctuation in those moments when words failed us and eye contact seemed to reveal nothing.


About Anthony

I am: equal parts rebel, romantic and shockingly average Joe. a writer trapped inside of an ESL teacher's body. an introverted attention seeker. a teacher who hopes one day to be called "Captain, my Captain." an intellectual who can do some very dumb things. a person whose Japan experience, despite being so long ago, still exerts a strong influence upon him. a lover of books, music, beer, hockey and Pizza.
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