I have been toting the blue blanket around with me all day so far. I was just watching Wilhelm Kempff play the first movement of Moonlight Sonata. Since recitals in the piano shop I have played it, but he doesn't play it. He is in it. You could see his own self in the music of it, and your self too when he sits you down and makes you feel all the beautiful sadness and pain of Beethoven. It's snowing again. Basically it's always snowing.
This was the moon at the frozen pond last night, before eclipse.