Already Sunday again … a fast week. I could not single out a reason why, but it went by fast. I wanted to write about some things but did not find the time, was too tired, or simply had no nerve for it. I felt a bit melancholic, the grey-in-grey of the days, it became cold again – there fell even snow on Thursday -, a constant headache nagging. I see trees bowing to the cold eastern wind, so no walk over the hills today. I want spring now.
But it will take another three weeks or so. So it’s sofa, coffee and small pieces of music: GOULD plays BYRD.
Hope you enjoy.
May the coming week bring only good things (and a good man home).