There is a snow storm raging here in Heiligenstadt at this very moment. The scene from my window is of gray skies, fog engulfing the Vienna Woods and howling winds blowing the snow against the windows. As this storm rages on I am listening to Beethoven's Sonata No. 17 in D minor op.31 No. 2 "The Tempest".
This piece so discribes the weather occuring outside. Its power, its force, its attack on the body and soul. Stinging and biting like the wind driven snow to your skin. The Tempest rages on here in Heiligenstadt. Let's hope this storm passes on and leaves us as swiftly as it arrived...
This piece so discribes the weather occuring outside. Its power, its force, its attack on the body and soul. Stinging and biting like the wind driven snow to your skin. The Tempest rages on here in Heiligenstadt. Let's hope this storm passes on and leaves us as swiftly as it arrived...
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