early spring

I am sitting outside on my little lake for one of the 1st times this spring, feeling the breeze on my face, under a blanket, so thankful that music like this can still speak to me even though so much in this country especially feels like it is in utter shambles. He pushes the cello to the brink of resistance, and might not be making the most kosher choice, but he is saying something with utter conviction.
I hope your Sunday has a pocket of peaceful repose from all of this heaviness.