Just heard a performance of the second movement of Barber’s Concerto for Violin & Orchestra, Opus 14, and i drifted off on mind journey of running naked northward on the open expanse towards Plateau Point with a cantaloupe in one hand and a torch in the other under the cold desert sky with white dust-like stars and feeling the cold of the Vishnu basement rock as I near the plateau’s edge to where the Colorado River cuts, and wondering what I’ll do when the park rangers catch up with me.