I wonder if there is an Hungarian equivalent? I left CEU last night in a downpour. As I turned out of the main entrance the Basilica rose surreal. All shades of grey in the evening dusk, with the slightest twinge of sepia from the rain. It was stunning. An aesthetic moment. 🙂 I was drenched in less than three minutes, so I changed my mind about dinner out (no fun in sopping clothes) and headed back to the dorm to wring myself out. Upon debarking the train at Deák Ferenc tér, the most wonderfully happy percussion music swelled in the underground. Brought a spontaneous grin to my face! Gosh &emdash; how did I get so happy?
No explanation. Found a great source for the interpreting research, and some other references in the library here. Didn’t get as much done otherwise as I had hoped (ugh), but nonetheless, there I was, “feeling groovy.”