The Desert Music

I remember when and where I heard Steve Reich's The Desert Music for the first time. It was at a house other than my own, lying on the soft, giving cushions of sofa in the family room while two standard poodles kept me company. It was summer then. And I did not find this music to my liking.

Months pass, and winter finds us. Now I seek out the music I once eschewed. The blanketing silence of the vast landscape, dry chill permeating through the thick coat and scarf, the ironic vivacity of life in every surrounding object, the subliminal beauty of nature in which I stand...it is all there, in Reich's music.
I love the desert in winter. I would never go in summer. So it is also with The Desert Music.