Welcome to the Cult of Evolution: Year Two. No, we're not going to be introducing elements of our backstory that have never been heard of before. But it is a new day, a new dawn, a new era for this thing I call my blog. The seasons have turned. Ideas are blooming in my mind. I feel...inspired.
Springtime is upon us.
The birds celebrate her return with festive song,
and murmuring streams are softly caressed by the breezes.
Thunderstorms, those heralds of Spring, roar, casting their dark mantle over heaven,
Then they die away to silence, and the birds take up their charming songs once more.
That instantly recognizable tune is Vivaldi. The first movement, Allegro, of the Spring concerto.