Layers

We live in layers. Tonight, while listening to the choir I'm in, I was struck with the utter beauty of all the layers of the music. And even as I felt the goosebumps run up my arm, and even as I simply soaked in the music--I thought of Thailand and over the thoughts of Thailand came the layers of my day: the shyness that I feel at work, the students that lingered in my classroom, a soccer match that I watched. Everything overlapped: my present, my recent past, and the music. Everything swirled up and overlapped. We live in layers.