I know it is fall again.
I am a psychotherapist
and my office, a brownstone on the Upper East Side, shares a courtyard
with the Rudolf Steiner School. In between hot summer days with my
air-conditioner’s whirring, and the colder months with windows shut
tight, I enjoy fall and spring with my window wide open and the sounds
of an occasional bird, siren or horn honking from nearby Madison Avenue.
Like clockwork around
the second week of September, another set of sounds emanates from the
courtyard. Banging drums, horns out of tune and rhythms that make no
sense waft up to my window loudly. My patients and I wink at each other
knowingly. It is the school’s band beginning another year.
Fast forward six
months to spring … the windows are open again. This time my patients and
I will open our ears in amazement. The Rudolf Steiner school band now
sounds like a symphony.
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