Spring is my favorite season. It represents a time of new beginnings, rejuvenation and is a departure from the rigidity of winter. Flowers bloom, relationships blossom, the outdoors become a staple, and all seems right with the world.
Of course, Colorado weather likes to tease the arrival of spring by offering premature tastes. The weather from Sunday through Tuesday was spectacular: in the 60s, sunny, and inviting. Today, ice frozen on my windshield with the occasional falling snowflake.
I think it’s incredible to think about nature’s ability to affect temperament and to inspire. It’s brilliant how the perfect evening can be an incredible compliment to an evening stroll through downtown. Or to think of the archetype of the beauty of nature inspiring so many great artists throughout history. Seeing a beautiful day makes me feel more connected to Brahms, or Schumann in his Wunderjahr. It took me a long time, but the sincerest beauty of pastoral music has finally started to resonate and connect with my spirits.
Spring break is around the corner. My social life is at a peak. I am conducting with the Fort Collins Symphony in concert on the 17th. To think of the paranoid skeleton of myself a year ago….The insecure doubter, unable to ward off the inevitable heart ache…..As spring approaches, I feel a sense of rebirth. What a difference a year can make.