For some weird reason, London is warm and pleasant tonight. After our regularly stressful but organisationally healthy meeting in EC1 I declined the pub and elected for a relaxing walk through the City. A lit church porch and open door prompted the thought for a few minutes of quiet contemplation but my mistake was evident as I sidled quietly into a rear pew. They were rehearsing Tallis.
Tallis has about the same effect on me as Kryptonite to Superman. Ninety seconds of Spem in Alium reduces me to a wet mass of snot and tears, utterly humbled and filled with love for Christ and Man. There's no defence. My response to Tallis is hard-wired. So I thought Uh-oh, and as that first impossibly sweet note hit the baroque piers and spiraled up to the vault my inner heart opened like a blossom to the Sun and I scrabbled in the Barbour for anything that could be used as a tissue.
Now it feels like Christmas.