When I am at work, I usually have National Public Radio playing in my office. Since NPR is mostly news and classical music, it doesn’t usually distract me from concentrating. Yesterday afternoon, I found myself  roused from the details of my stock holdings table by sounds that invited me to what I can only describe as…life. I found myself mesmerized by the piece I was hearing and found myself moving in my chair. After the piece finished I went to the radio station’s playlist on the Internet to find the music. It was Boccherini’s Quintet No. 4 in D Major, G. 448 “Fandango.” This music haunted me all day and so, when I was at home last night I found a version of it on iTunes and downloaded it. Not being a wordsmith, I cannot adequately describe this music, how evocative it is, how joyful, how quixotic. All I can say is that it makes me wish with all my heart that I were a dancer. But I AM a dancer in the confines of my own living room and, if you were a fly on the wall, you would see a heavy-set woman. totally lacking in grace, pirouetting, clacking invisible castinettes and leaping to the best of her limited abilities.  How wonderful to be introduced to something so joy-producing in the middle of a long work afternoon, after a long week of working late nights. How I LOVE art, whether it be sound, images or thoughts. It can make me feel that life is totally worthwhile. This piece of music makes me feel joy. I don’t know about anyone else; but, I can’t knock joy.