He watched her at the door. As if she's step into the Bahamas. She fairly floated around the room. Her feet dipped on the carpet as thought she had her shoes off and walked in a gentle brook. But the biggest surprise was the look of serene peace as the moved around in the sunshine gliding over to the book shelves.<br/><br/>It told him many things about what she had left behind. It was as though this was her field of dreams.<br/><br/>Was it to hid that pleasure, to set it aside for later when she could enjoy it alone. Is that why she went back to the question of subjects. He did not expect to find her interested in the least in what he taught.  Not at first.<br/><br/>He meant to show her enchantment that connected everyone at their very basic primal gut level.  He meant to show her how powerful a tone could be, how dramatic a line might become. Art and Music. It was the history of a heart beat and every sunset and sunrise on a different world unlike our own.<br/><br/>"Music and art," He replied hoping it sounded as boring and void of possibilities as a dorm room had been. And with a secret promise all their own.<br/><br/>"Any preference?" He asked suddenly. "After you put your things away. Any preference to what we do next?"