Dear Diary,
Where have you been? I've been searching high and low for hours! I guess you just did up and walk off. You gave me a fwight!
Sergei Prokofiev's "Classical Symphony" [# 1] has concluded. He was in class, I believe, and conducting a work by F.J. Haydn. That was the moment of inspiration that prompted him to write a piece in the manner of Haydn. I do enjoy what is, arguably, his most famous symphony. Mine, however, is the # 5. Somehow, I find myself transported to a prehistoric world of mists and earthy upheavals. Terrible Lizards and their plodding gait---stomp, stomp, stomping through primeval glens. A few pterodactyls thrown in for good [or bad?] measure. Why do I think these things? I tell stories to my students and urge them to never lose their imagination. Is that wrong?
CoCo