You must've had a secret message for me via dreams last night, where I was in your neighborhood (which I flew into, and hey, flying is always a neat way to get around -- I saw your Metro station and everything) and getting to see you play violin in an outdoor concert there and I knew it was very, very important to watch you play.
But why? The dream didn't say. Dreams, they don't say everything.
Still: impressive playing.
Have a good week, Tarah!
(And have a good week, the rest of you.)