When my choir went to Riva del Garda, Italy to participate in an international choir competition in 2008, we got to sing at a church for our Sacred Music category.
I remembered it tonight on the way home. She told me once that I should try singing in a high-roofed church or cathedral. It didn't occur to me then that I did. It struck me tonight out of the blue, while walking along the pavement.
I dreamt of her again last night.
I remember being at Riva del Garda.
The church was beautiful and silent, save for the occasional shuffling of feet and people in their seats. It was a quiet, respectful kind of worship. The marble angels lined the walls, and they gazed down upon us from above. It was cold outside, but cosy and warm in the church, where the candles flickered softly. They hung from the ceiling, they were placed at the altar, beside the door, along the walls. The sound of our singing was beautiful as it echoed through the church.
I wanted to live in that moment forever.
Take me back.
I remembered it tonight on the way home. She told me once that I should try singing in a high-roofed church or cathedral. It didn't occur to me then that I did. It struck me tonight out of the blue, while walking along the pavement.
I dreamt of her again last night.
I remember being at Riva del Garda.
The church was beautiful and silent, save for the occasional shuffling of feet and people in their seats. It was a quiet, respectful kind of worship. The marble angels lined the walls, and they gazed down upon us from above. It was cold outside, but cosy and warm in the church, where the candles flickered softly. They hung from the ceiling, they were placed at the altar, beside the door, along the walls. The sound of our singing was beautiful as it echoed through the church.
I wanted to live in that moment forever.
Take me back.
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