As I type this entry, I'm looking out my bedroom window at the Storm of 2011, that has swept across most of the middle of the country. My yard is covered in snow and there's a squirrel sitting in the bare branches of the closest tree, snow covering his back, shaking his tail. It's white-out conditions with much more to come. I couldn't help but be reminded of the plaintive aria from Samuel Barber's short opera, Vanessa.
This particular performance is the Atlanta Gay Men's Chorus singing a choral arrangement of Must the Winter Come So Soon?