I don't know that much about music (in spite of the years of piano lessons--sorry, Mom), but to me a sunny day feels like a composition in C major. And my friends will tell you that I try pretty hard to live my life as much as possible in C major.
Still, every now and then a moody, overcast day can seem wonderful.
Like, for instance, this misty winter day on West Lake in Hangzhou, China.
West Lake and the surrounding gardens have drawn visitors since the Sui dynasty, more than 1,500 years ago. It was such a favorite of emperors that during the time of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, Hangzhou was made the capital of China.
Each garden has been carefully constructed to tell a story; no element appears by chance. The individual gardens are referred to as "scenes," with names like "Dreams at Galloping Tiger Spring," Clouds Scurrying over Jade Emperor Hill" and "Precious Stone Hill Floating in Rosy Clouds."
Even on a cloudy day, the Guozhuang Garden is hauntingly lovely.
I'll always love the sun, but I suppose that even
a day in B flat minor can be awesome.
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