Last night I had one of those spooky moments that make the shivers run up and down your spine.
After my meal, I sat on nursing a glass of red wine and reading a short story by William Trevor titled 'An Idyll in Winter'. A story about love and loss.
The radio was by me and suddenly I became aware of the music playing. Slow, meditative and in the same vein as the story with a strong element of yearning. Till the end I had no idea what it was. One of those pieces that you know you've heard before but the title and composer escape you.
Turns out it was Howard Skempton's Lento. Perfectly tuned into the moment.