Walking onto HPAC's Stage

After only one day of break, we walked back onto the stage of HPAC's large hall for another performance today.  As I stepped onto the stage, I wondered how many times I had done this until now and how many more I would do it before I leave.  It is one of those measures of time passing through a finite number of occurrences.   I will remember the pattern of the wood on the floor, the holes made by hundreds of endpin stabs, the path of walking–behind the bass section, towards the audience and then right to my seat–standing there and looking out into the audience filled with people.  How many eyes are watching, how many times will we see one another?  I don't know the number, but I won't forget.