spring-feelings

Updated: May 12, 2025

All the morning he had been constantly picking up his violin, playing what he called his "Spring-feelings" unrhythmic wild snatches of melody. "God! it's good, good, good," he cried, throwing back his head. "Good to have lived out of it all into this." "Mother," he called presently, "what on earth are you doing there all alone? Come out and play with me.

- Life at High Tide