I'm writing this post because I want to record how the weather is making me feel right now.

So far I don't think there's been a day like this this spring. Indoors, its warm but definitely not sweltering, perhaps about 29 degrees, just enough to get your blood flowing nicely but not to the point where you'd sweat.

Its not windy, not at all, and the result? An inexplainably calm but certainly not lazy atmosphere. If I could, I'd be lying on a quiet beach and just enjoying this strange strange mood, but I guess this'll have to do.

I've been on the piano for the past 3 hours practicing my exam pieces (next Saturday's the big day) and half an hour ago, finally finally after months and months of aching hands, tears, pedantic attention to the dynamics, feel and tone of every single note, I managed to play my Chopin waltz, from start to finish, absolutely perfectly, and I think its perhaps due to the mood the day's tepid climate has put me in.

The feeling you get when you've mastered a piece like this which requires so much finesse to make it look so easy is...indescribable. As you play each note perfectly, you're overcome with this growing sense of surprise and satisfaction that, in the end, leaves you literally breathless and stunned because you'd never thought you'd never make it to this point - its surreal to say the least.

"Beauty is truth, truth beauty, that's all you know, and all you need to know."