Macewan Hall is a typical large, modern (80’s), cavernous, cathedral-like administrative university building. It is warm, cozily bright, a little worn at the edges, and it sports large, comfy chairs in which students can read, talk, eat, or sleep – or all of these.
I frequently start my university day here. It’s open 24 hours and at 630am it’s almost always a nice, quiet place to sit and contemplate the activities of the day ahead – either with pleasure or foreboding.
This morning I was here nice and early again. It was quiet again, remarkably so. But there was one sound today which somehow made it seem even quieter.
Somewhere upstairs someone was playing a flute. The sound was not imposing. It wafted, serene, almost surreal through the air. For the longest time I closed my eyes and just absorbed the almost Aztec calm it engendered.
That was such a nice way to start my day.