But even when the jingly music barrages our senses, along comes a rendition of Panus Angelicus, sung by tenor Juan Diego Florez, and time stands still--utterly still. All my other senses shut down. I don't take in what I see before me. I don't notice my skin or taste the last bit of coffee I just drank. The music gets sucked inside and fills me with sensation--not so much of sadness or joy, but of just unidentifiable feeling. My eyes tear up and I wish for the music never to stop.
It's a blessing to be able to distinguish the extraordinary from the everyday.