Through the Glass- Stephen Sullivan

The windows shimmer in a fit of snow and wind, early in the season, with a smack of uncertainty. Snow and bitter cold frost the glass like half of Dad’s old Chess pieces. Through glass we peer dimly as if looking for a dream. Playing Chega de Saudade on a dry piano carries authentic tones of the bitterness which Dr. Denning captured in her account of a 1970s or 80s trip to Russia among Bohemians yearning to hold on to an unbridled youth and freedom not possible in the West since. I never read her book but find its contents indelible some 15 years since taking her class in the early months of 2008. Through the glass passes fleeting scenes of the past to make the world a little warmer. Two timelines eventually converge into one, leaving the rubbish behind.