Some days I wake up feeling like
Vivaldi's Spring. Those famous Four Seasons seem to always be applicable to bright mornings filled with sunshine. Especially if they are Saturday mornings like this one. Its not exactly sunny here, but the light streaming through the windows seems to still be enough to bring about the vividness of Vivaldi's Spring.
Baroque music sometimes reminds me of a chandelier. Something about it sparkles. Its perfect in its brilliance. Speaking of chandeliers, I'm dreaming of having a lovely one suspended above a dark wood dining table someday, like this milk glass beauty.
Just like baroque music, perfect in its simplicity and radiance.
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