Driving down to Massachusetts last Saturday to enjoy experiencing my brother perform with the magnificent symphony orchestra he is a part of.
Symphony Pro Musica, out of Hudson, MA, by the way.
Hour and a half drive, listening to the radio.
Some live performance - Mountain Stage, I believe.
Guy is introducing the song he and his band is about to play. He explains that the first verse is about a janitor who sweeps the floors of the Sistine Chapel.
I was so struck by that image. A janitor doing a thankless job in a place of unimaginable beauty, poetry and history.
I pictured him leaning on his broom, tired and unfulfilled, looking up at the magnificent beauty created by Michelangelo.
Life in its extremes.