There are, indeed, moments in time when the heavens touch the earth, and the results are truly awesome: Natural glass, formed when sandy soil is melted by lightning and then quickly cooled, is wild in
Stress, suffering, and the musical possibilities of not throwing a piano off the top of a tall building
A piano: I can smell it before I see it—wood and dust and what else I’m not sure. I don’t know what makes piano-smell different from the tang of generic wooden furniture. Maybe all the other parts, the felt and steel and iron, give it that unique character. But I know that smell, even before I can name it.