Chopin's concerto

Trail-end of autumn. The cold is making its presence felt and the evenings are arriving earlier. Soon winter will be here. Been listening to Chopin's piano concerto. A late-autumnal, winter piece of melody, quiet and melancholy, and of memories. This is the concerto that led me back to the edenic realms of classical music. The concerto that accompanied those lonely, frustrated, sad and barren times in Singapore, when I didn't know what I was doing with my life, my time, and I couldn't wait to leave that place. This concerto was, and still is, a great source comfort and refuge. There and then. Here and now.