Tranquility.

Soon, soon, will we, will I traverse to the GreenHouse to indulge in a piano concerto. It will be silent all around, no sudden moves allowed. Everybody will be sitting enchanted by the music which the pianist's hands will be performing. Alone or accompanied it will have not mattered in face of the divine experiences served by the finest musicians. And there, there will it be where the cars' hustle will be heard in the distance. And most importantly, it will most probably be the moment when the first sprouts of spring could be smelled... To this I cannot wait and am more than happy to recall and think of.