“Are you all right?”

I took out my left earpiece and turned to her.

She repeated for me: “Are you all right?”

The question was not completely serious. She was smiling behind her face.

“Yes, yes, I'm fine.”

She drove away.

I had fallen under a tree on a street corner. I had been felled by the power of Brahms. It was obvious I was not fine. I was in a state of ecstasy. I was magnificently beast. She was not beast. She interrupted me. At least she was hot.

Next time I'll do it in the forest.