Note: I saw this cello concerto (Dvorak's very famous and recognizable one) performed last night in an Upper West Side church, here in New York, and for a brief while, I could exile the turbulence of my interior, and be alive to the coming of spring (it has already come in the American South where I have been spending time recently).

Afterwards, a night of drinking followed, and a walk back home in a cold cutting wind. Ye weather gods, can be done with winter please?