Something for the weekend. Autumn from the Four Seasons by Antonio Vivaldi. Composed in 1725, like all of Vivaldi’s music it scampered into obscurity after his death, only to be surprisingly revived in the rediscovery of Vivaldi in the last century.
Fall has always been my favorite season. Gone is the heat of summer and I find the cooler weather bracing. The leaves in all their glorious colors, as they move from life to death, have always struck me as a symbol of a life well spent. A time for action and meditation, at least in my practice for some reason.