The tall stained glass windows lend character to the morning prayers: the white pages of my siddur are highlighted in deep yellow, and the girl in front of me has pink streaks of light in her black hair. On the other side of the partition in the long room, men rush to take off their tefillin so that mussaf can begin. Through the quiet, a sudden symphony: the click, pop, snap of black boxes echoing across the sanctuary. I listen, note the sounds and the rhythm: music of impatient, solemn joy....
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love the pic! is that albany?
ps - "the click, pop, snap..." sounds familiar... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q6TIsxTdrCU
Wish I could take credit for the pic, but it's not mine.
And yes, I also noticed the similarity to the Rice Krispies tagline, but I must insist quite firmly that this morning's experience sounded nothing like cereal. Rice Krispies don't actually snap and pop--they just sort of mumble quietly.
Rice Krispies definitely do not mumble. They snap and pop. And crackle. Listen closely. But they do not click.
Also, my word verification is "moofus."
Erachet, did you just contradict me?! You're a moofus!
...I think we should buy some Rice Krispies next time we're in Target.
(And paifibum to you!)
omg! it has to be so beautiful with this magic manycoloured light that goes through this glass! where is the place??
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