Though it's not really "cold" yet, I am already thinking how little I am looking forward to winter when it gets here. This - from Samuel Barber's opera, Vanessa - has been running through my head all day:
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Set in a "far northern country," Vanessa has been waiting twenty years for the return of her lover, Anatol. Erika, who lives with her, looks out the window onto the snowy yard with its wandering deer and sings the aria, "Must the winter come so soon?"
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