The alarm clock sounds. I block the alarm and watch the time: it’s 5:45 in the morning. My brain mechanism is slowly starting. My first conscious thought is: today is Sunday. But why do I have to get up so early? I hear my wife getting out of bed and telling me: get up, we are late for the concert. I remember now. We have to go see a concert that starts at 6:30. Yesterday, my wife was bored and leafed through the pages of that famous social network where everyone is present. At one point he tells me that tomorrow there is a concert that starts at sunrise, in a public park, about ten minutes by car from our home. Do you want to go – she asks me? I try to be a good husband; I still love her so much after all these years together. She is much more dynamic than I am. He wants to go everywhere, especially to visit various cultural events. One of the reasons for his dynamism is also the fact that he does not work, she is housewife, and that he has a lot of free time. It is not always easy to spend free time in a pleasant way, therefore one must also strive to organize it. I must admit that she is a good organizer.
On the other side, it’s me. I work and often, especially on the weekend, I don’t like to do anything. In theory, the reason is that I am tired from the weekly work and would like to rest. If I want to be more honest with myself, I am a little lazy. This rest often ends up lying on the sofa and watching TV and in the end I find out that during this time I didn’t get much rest and that I was actually bored. Therefore I learned from past experience that it is better to join my wife: I am pleased with her, and it turns out that I also enjoy myself more. Here, this should be the explanation why someone like me gets up at dawn on a Sunday.
I get dressed and find a cup of coffee on the table. As I drink it, I watch the sun come out: a big red disk just above the horizon. An image that I don’t see often and that is beautiful. For me it is much more beautiful than that of the sunset: the sun rises and a new day begins. We take the car and head towards our destination. I don’t know the way and we use the navigator in his cell phone. Here is some problem. It makes us go around an area. We approach the goal, after we move away, but we never get there. After two laps, my wife takes the lead (however, I drive). We stop in front of a sign indicating the entrance to the park and set off on foot. The navigator says that we have to go another way and that we still have 11 minutes to arrive, but she does not follow the directions and we arrive in 2 minutes in the area where the concert has already started. We are about 10 minutes late. She reproaches me that I am guilty of this (I stopped in the bathroom a little more, but I needed it – don’t let me get into the details). I know her and silently accept the guilt.
Here we are! The scene is very beautiful. In the park there is an artificial lake, approximately 200 m long and 30 m wide. On the short side there is an arranged space, a kind of pitch with a bar. Despite the hour and the virus emergency still present, a few hundred people have gathered. Mostly of a certain age, but there is no shortage of young people either. In front of everyone, a red carpet occupied by two cellists. An Italian girl and a Japanese boy. By inquiring on the Internet, it turns out that he has lived and studied music in Italy since he was 10 years old. Now he will have about 30. There are few chairs, well spaced from each other, and already all occupied. Most of the spectators are standing. We occupy a position above the bar, on a hill, with a view from above. The first rays of sun create a magical atmosphere.
At the beginning my attention was turned more to the environment around me than to the music that spreads from the instruments. Over time, the two things, the environment and the music, begin to merge, to create something very pleasant, engaging and at the same time also relaxing. After half an hour, my wife has another idea. We go down and at the bar we take two coffees and two brioches. We manage to find a free bench and take a seat. The spiritual part of the event was also joined by the gastronomic one: the brioches are really excellent. A Sunday morning spent well. Much better than sitting in front of the computer screen and following the trend of currencies on Forex. Thanks sweetheart!