Sitting on hold

Today I was processing a death claim, nothing unusual about his one. The manner of death was ruled accident, as so many drug overdoses are. I had to call the Santa Barbara Sheriff's Office to inquire about the police report. I use the information from the death certificate to find out where the death occured and then call both the County Sheriff's Office and the city 's police office until I determine who's juristiction the case is under. This time I started with the county sheriff. A woman answered the phone and had to place me on hold to determine if it was in their jurisdiction. Immediately I find myself listing to the most beautiful classical music. Now this is the kind of music I don't mind listening to but will not seek it out on purpose. I was kind of surprised, actually. I started observing what was on my desk; my red plastic water bottle with my company logo on it, my 1/2 full bottle of diet cherry coke (helps get rid of gas pains!), my coffee cup. All of the sudden my mind wonders off. I am envisioning 2 people dancing, like from the 50's or 60's. Something you'd see in an old black and white movie. It was so beautiful and calming. I let myself go and my mind continued to wonder and picture this couple dancing on a ballroom floor. The woman had brown hair pinned up on her head and a long flowing gown with her bare arms showing. Her skin was fair. Of course the man was tall, dark and handsome. It was so pleasurable...until abruptly the music stopped and reality came back as sudden as it took a break; the woman was back on the line with me. Oh, put me back on hold, I was thinking...sigh. I truly enjoyed that moment.