Let it snow????

OK, so the first thing you need to know is that I fucking hate snow with a passion. Having said that, I had an almost apocolyptic snowy experience yesterday. This past weekend I was reminded again how much I adore classical music after listening to nothing but all weekend. The power, the synchronicity, the crescendos, the bell tones, the percussion (something else you need to know about me - I have a severe percussion fetish). . . it's the stuff dreams are made of.
I was standing on the street listening to Finlandia (Sibelius) and huge fluffy snowflakes were falling on me and it felt almost like I was in another place - it made me smile this ridiculously giddy smile I don't think I've smiled since when I played the beautiful flute solo in that very piece of music about 20 years ago. As I continually tell people - music is magical and can transport you to another time . . . another place. As I stood in the fluffy snow listening to all of my favourite classical music (all pieces I have played at one point or another in my childhood), I was reminded of what it was exactly that made me fall in love with music when I was 10, and I decided to walk all the way home to prolong the magic. It even has me wishing that it snows again soon! There really is nothing more incredible than being able to pick up a piece of metal or wood and create something beautiful, and I was truly inspired to do just that when I got home. Again I was reminded of how much I owe a certain music teacher who created the person that I have become and I am eternally grateful that our paths crossed and that he took the time to set me on this path.
A bell tone and a fluffy snowflake . . . who knew!! It's the little things.

Oh, and then I found this very a propos video of snowy Sibelius . . .