Sad spell

I was twenty feet from the celedon when a lot of things happened at once.
The golden singer belted out a note so power¬ ful I could hear it through the wax plugs. Her voice was hearth re akingly sad, filled with long¬ ing, Even muffled through the wax, it made me want to break down and cry — which is what several thousand people around Times Square did. Cars stopped. Police and tourists fell to their knees, weeping, hugging each other in consolation,

SoA pg.25