The deep cold seems to have passed and though there's still a foot of snow on the ground the days are mostly filled with the sound of melting. It's been a more oppressive winter than any I can remember, and in fact it's snowing again as I write this. I know spring will come; part of the pleasure of living in New England is really experiencing all the seasons. I just didn't need to experience this one quite so dramatically. So perhaps this piece is a bit of a rain dance, or a quiet prayer for spring.