As the icicles drip and weep like percussive piano keys and high toned triangles, the bright long rays of the sun hold on to the horizon like a wailing horn bellowing through a snow covered forest at sunset... each note holding on just a bit longer, mimicing the sun on a late winters day. The maple sap begins to drip and the spring crocus bulbs swell beneath the frost as warm bass notes pulsate through the frozen tundra shaking the earths roots with its soft warm rumblings. Melted drops, long shadows and thawing tracks unravel through the landscape like percussive patterns through my thoughts. I stop, stomp off the snow from my boots, open the door to the Rootcellar studio and curate the sounds of Thawing Tracks from the LocalRootz HiFi library.
