This morning is the coldest it has ever been since I moved to Oklahoma, and I can not help but dream of spring.
I want to feel the sun again on my face, smell the spring flowers as they bloom, fel the warm gentle rain showers we have each year.
Instead, I am freezing my tookas off in sub-zero, bone-achingly frigid temperatures praying the new floor furnace doesn’t stop blowing warm air throughout the house.
In self defense (it is a war in here to stay warm) I think of the things that make it more springlike and only one piece of music comes to mind….VIVALDI’S “spring”.
#fluenthistorian wednesday music