March has never been my thing, more precisely it's my least favorite month. Summer is my moment, fall is the most wonderful visual delight, winter is about holidays, the loved ones, mountains, skiing. Since at this point it's still winter I'll talk more about it. December is fire and ice, a mixture of blizzard and warmth,no matter how cold outside is, the atmosphere of the month is electrical...January is about planning, about icy walks and hot chocolates, about piles of books and long indoor days, combined with skiing adventures on steep slopes. February is about idle days, as you feel entitled to relaxation after a long, tiring exam session.Now March is about waking up, while you still feel lazy, or about wanting to go outside, run and breathe fresh air, while the weather outside prevents you.March is a month that simply doesn't inspire happiness to me. It's not that I haven't experienced thrilling moments in March, but this month simply puts me off. I can only be wondering what will this March bring...a bulky atmosphere, or the sense of a rebirth, closer to the collective representation of March, closer to poems and tradition? Will the pond of heavy thoughts be shredded by a daring beam of light?
p.s: Picture taken by a friend during a trip in the Parang Mountains
Tschaikovsky - March (Song of the Lark) is closer to my representation of March- not an energetic and sharp melodic line, but more a smooth and thoughtful tune.