Quiet music of spring.

I think that spring can safely be called the most modest time of the year and especially this year.

Although I may be mistaken about the fact that I give the palm to the spring of this year but I clearly see this spring, and I almost don’t remember last year’s spring lol.

So, this spring is so modest and indecisive that, having struck one string trying to extract a special melody from it, it struggles to strike the next note or chord perhaps it liked the first sound too much and does not want it to stop.

But time passes and whether she wants it or not she will need to make a firm decision in favor of what we call spring.

Of course it cannot be ruled out that spring wants to humiliate the weather forecasters who promised me 19 degrees Celsius, but instead of blooming flowers I see frost on the roofs of houses and the introduction to this musical composition is clearly delayed and becomes boring.

Have you ever fallen asleep in a theater hall before the curtain opened but after the entry of the archestra the sounds of which come from the depths of the archestra pit?

It was a short dream and I almost fell out of my chair lol, but this also happened when the performance dragged on too much or rather its beginning and boredom began to take precedence over interest.

In such a sad way hear the music of spring mournful and soothing.