It makes me mad!
Those dark clouds, that rain, then frost again or some feet of beautiful white snow…
Some years ago I emigrated in november: for wheather’s sake.
And then it was there: Spring!
Man, was I a happy guy…
The only thing I forgot in some way, is nature’s law of the existing, shifting seasons – almost everywhere on this Globe.
I learned to enjoy and love all seasons, I don’t emigrate to hunt the Spring anymore.
Just wait for its Coming.
This piece makes harmonic shifts between F major and E minor, like a season shift, could we pressume.