Our pattern is that Barbara gets her coffee whilst I walk Zion around the parking lot, and then Barbara holds Zion's leash as I get my coffee.
As Z and I walked I saw a gentleman (?) walk into Panera with his dog.
By the time I got back to the outdoor seating the man and his downtrodden dog
|Stock photo', not the actual dog,|
Back outside, Barbara was in tears. She had also seen the man beating his dog. She assailed the man with the kind of language which would shame a sailor.
The man and his dog disappeared into the side streets. There was nothing, that we could do apart from kidnapping, to rescue this poor sad dog; who longs to be loved.
The image of a beaten and downtrodden dog haunted me all day.
This afternoon I was at a Sarasota Symphony Orchestra Concert.
First on the bill was Richard Strauss' Don Juan Tone Poem . Lots of sound and fury signifying nothing!
Then Mozart's Piano Concerto #20 with the very wonderful French pianist Lise de la Salle at the keyboard.
What fabulous music. What a terrific pianist. What a privilege to see and hear it.
Lise was called back for an encore. She played the Siciliano from Bach's Flute Sonata # 2, as transcribed for piano.
Oh what bliss. I said to my seat mates "that was exquisite".
The man replied "exquisite is the only word".
You can listen to it here:
The healing power of this music has not obliterated my images of a beaten and downtrodden dog; but the music has reminded me that this oft time cruel and ugly world also produces exquisite beauty.