Much better than the cold shoulder I got at the end of last semester... The opening theme returned, played faster now. Joel leaned in, waiting expecta...tly for the powerful cadence. Emily delivered, sounding the final notes with a clear tone that filled the hall.Nice job, Emily.II. Ruhig bewegtKyle realized he was leaning forward in his chair.This is strange music, he conceded, as Richard started playing the second part of the piece. Nothing like what I listen to.But it's still cool to see. I don't know for sure what's ahead, but I feel like what I'm leaving behind for the moment gives me a whole new outlook on life and its possibilities. I can't help being amused at the way almost every black man I meet, or even that sees me seems to know there's something different about me. I get lots of smiles and meaningful looks. In days gone by that would have frightened me or perhaps seemed creepy, but I have a much better idea now of what they must be thinking. It's nice to be noticed.. After the usual greeting, where she introduced him as her cousin, they sat and over the tea discussed the local news…well gossip really, Gerald having noticed the crestfallen look when he saw she had company. Amongst tittle-tattle about Mrs Westbury`s daughter, being pregnant by the Willis lad and the price old Pennyworth got for that tatty old van that had stood for years in his garage, that he now had sold `for preservation’ he mentioning this virus business, that was sweeping the continent!. She said it reminded her of stories her grandfather would often share with her.Suddenly, she exclaimed, "Look ... over there ... I see a Swan. I love Swans."Sure enough, I looked in the direction she was pointing and saw a large white swan swimming in one of the ponds. The expression that she put into her words was intoxicating and easily drew me into her world of wonder.I pointed to an alligator that was sunning itself on the shore. I watched as her face expressed the excitement that she was.