03.11.25
November already.
Inexplicably one of my favorite months. Also fond of September and June, in that order, with no apparent love in my heart for the season of spring. None of these months carry any real significance in terms of notable personal events, but all seem to share the same soft whisper. Dark warm storms in June, summer's agonal breaths in September, biting winter winds in November; there's something that ties them all together and draws me to them.
🎶 Sibelius: 13 Pieces for Piano, Op. 76: II. Etude - Jian Wang, Göran Söllscher



















