The immeasurable yearning of all flat lands

As I'm at home immersing myself in what is most essential, this passage from Willa Cather's "Song of a Lark" spoke to me. Thea Kronborg, the young female protagonist and aspiring musician, is attending her first performance of Dvorak's famous Symphony No. 9 "From the New World".
Peace and blessings to you and your families,
Megan

"When the first movement ended, Thea's hands and feet were cold as ice. She was too much excited to know anything except that she wanted something desperately, and when the English horns gave out the theme of the Largo, she knew that what she wanted was exactly that. Here were the sand hills, the grasshoppers and locusts, all the things that wakened and chirped in the early morning; the reaching and reaching of high plains, the immeasurable yearning of all flat lands. There was home in it, too; first memories, first mornings long ago; the amazement of a new soul in a new world; a soul new and yet old that had dreamed something despairing, something glorious, in the dark before it was born; a soul obsessed by what it did not know, under the cloud of a past it could not recall."

Song of a Lark
Willa Cather
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