this is the first, and in all likelihood the last time that i am able to pull this off:
On mothers day, I went to my parents house to visit and hang out with my family (especially my mother). Well my father was cooking some food on the grill, and while we were waiting on that to cook, I was in his office with him and he pulled out his guitar and started playing a slow melodic riff. Well I pulled out my violin and started playing along with him, just random notes, whatever came to mind at the time, it didn't matter. I became one with the music and lost into it, giving time and my problems no meaning, for I was the music and it was me. He and I played like that for about 15 minutes i think (don't quote me on that one for I'm not even sure), and when I turned around my mother was standing there listening and I didn't even realize. She loved it too, and I can say that was one of the few times like that that I could say I was "truly" lost in the music, because nothing else mattered to me at the time.
