Rehearsing for the first time in HPAC's Grand Hall

Have we inherited the feeling of sun on the water?  Does the power of volcanoes live in our blood, the terror of hurricanes, the sanctity of mountain air?  There is something that I feel sometimes.  I'm not sure where this feeling comes from, or why a certain chord can suddenly provoke it.  Is it the inherent beauty of these moments or the mystery in which they live that makes them incomprehensible and captivating?  It's impossible to cling to them.  They dissipate so quickly, absorbed by our bodies.