My father loved classical music. Once, I took a picture of him playing. I was hoping to find it.
Dad enjoyed playing much more than others enjoyed listening.
This is what I imagine he felt like as he was playing. I think it is better to use my memory instead of finding old snapshots.
I like that 🙂 It’s a very interesting interpretation of a feeling 🙂
Thank you, Miranda!
You’re welcome 🙂