They walk slowly, arm in arm, along the downtown street. They lean toward each other for strength, for support, to keep from falling to the sidewalk should one of them stumble. They also stay close to hear each other, their words otherwise lost under the throb of the endlessly passing cars and the occasional rumble of the elevated train overhead. It’s one thing to be in Orchestra Hall, with every instrument pointed in your direction, all playing together, the melody and harmony and rhythm as one, and your senses are fully focused. Nothing like the chaos of the city streets between the Hall and the train station, with cars and trains and bicycles and pedestrians all going in different directions, each making their own sound and ignoring the rest. Muriel and Lillian lean in close as they walk, to be heard and understood.
Muriel and Lillian
Muriel and Lillian
Muriel and Lillian
They walk slowly, arm in arm, along the downtown street. They lean toward each other for strength, for support, to keep from falling to the sidewalk should one of them stumble. They also stay close to hear each other, their words otherwise lost under the throb of the endlessly passing cars and the occasional rumble of the elevated train overhead. It’s one thing to be in Orchestra Hall, with every instrument pointed in your direction, all playing together, the melody and harmony and rhythm as one, and your senses are fully focused. Nothing like the chaos of the city streets between the Hall and the train station, with cars and trains and bicycles and pedestrians all going in different directions, each making their own sound and ignoring the rest. Muriel and Lillian lean in close as they walk, to be heard and understood.