I heard it today. It has been some time. And while I really don't want to admit I had forgotten the song, it really is just the case that there is no good way to record or remember it. But when I hear the song of winter - crisp - distinct - and uncluttered by other noises of life - it is a song sweet and satisfying - exhillarating and peaceful at the same time. Every season has its sounds. But the song of winter, sung as only a twin cylinder, two stroke can sing, is music to my ears.
Topic: The Song of Winter (Read 1523 times)