[Today, Holmes is standing by the window and playing Caprice no.24 by Paganini, a lovely mix of fast-paced and slow-paced crooning. He's using the violin Naruhodou gave him for his birthday last year (has it been that long already?) and has become so lost in the music that after a while, he diverts away from Paganini's lead to improvise some melody of his own. Some light snow is falling- outside the house, thankfully, not inside- as a testament of his serenity.
When at last he stops playing and lowers the violin's bow, a good ten minutes have passed.]
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When at last he stops playing and lowers the violin's bow, a good ten minutes have passed.]