I spent the last two weeks in California where summer and storms rarely meet. I've missed the tempests, the gentleness of the western weather has felt strangely bland -- particularly after the ever changing weather of the Maine sojourn that preceded my trip.
On one hike along the rocky Atlantic shore the rain poured down, soaking us to the skin. We had no shelter, we had to keep moving forward, hoping that the bus would meet us at the other end. I kept looking out to sea, hoping to see rescue coming to me across the water.
Listening to this movement from Beethoven's 6th symphony reminds me of my soggy feet and the joys of a dry seat on the bus...
What music buoyed you up this weekend?