A Balcony Orchestra Finds Its Tune
A music student moved dorms yearly, carting stackable stools and a violin‑stand side table. Herbs lived in nesting pots inside milk crates padded with old T‑shirts. After move‑in, mint and basil lined the railing, perfuming late practice sessions. Neighbors stopped by with tea, turning critiques into community, and the tiny stage became a shared, resilient sanctuary.