When you expect whistles, it's flutes
When you expect flutes, it's whistles
That old familiar tune reverberating through the air, waking me up as though it were already spring. Echoes of a previous spring coming alive in a 6-minute piece of music. In my room and its view of Annelinn, Tigutorn, the sky. Comments from people, right things at the right time. That feeling inside myself, as though I'm waking up once again.
And to be told by a friend that she already sees in me that which I dream to become.. there was something truly magical about that.