A St. Louis Moment

For a moment last week, 

I was slated to tell a room full of early childhood music researchers what it was my own research had found.

So, I did.

And then, mixed in with some other conference-y moments,

I had myself a little St. Louis moment.

Taking a walk from my hotel

 I headed down the street,

 until I arrived here, at this well-known object.

Then, I turned around, walked the way I'd come,

and took in some of the things I'd noticed along the way.

In a row of food trucks, 

 I chose this one

[with the rationale that since my next presentation will be in Brazil, I might as well get ready...] 

and  hunkered down in the Citygarden

with this beyond delicious sausage & pepper sandwich 

and a side of yucca fries.

[If the real Brazil offers anything even close to this, 

I will be a happy woman come July.]

I looked all around me and took a moment to notice some things, 

things like my companions in the sunshine,

 the singing in my soul.

Then, I made my way back to the hotel,

 an amazing hotel by the way,

 converted from an old train station

 and feeling like no hotel I'd ever been a part of before.

 [Sitting in my thinking spot on the morning before my presentation, my view was this old train tunnel;

but if the lobby floor hadn't been covered in construction materials, you likely would have found me here, 

under this gorgeous ceiling, 

 and near this beautiful stained glass.]

After a few more conference moments,

 these fellow conferencing friends and I 

 made our way to the nearby baseball stadium. 

 I was there for the view and the company;

the others were there for the game.  

[We all received a bonus:

I, $10 from some lady who really wanted my complimentary-at-the-gate bauble head; they--extra innings, due to a tie.] [And, believe me when I tell you--that overtime felt like significantly more than a moment...]

The next morning I hopped on the train and found myself in the airport for the rest of the day,

 having a moment with my favorite magazines,

  before arriving home sweet home.

Moments full of good, 

in a city full of moments.