Wintertime. That which is colour is emotion. Wintertime is not christmas card pictures of snow-covered pines, it is quiet reflection and assimilation of what the previous year may have brought. Think of a rock pool at low tide. The water is still, undisturbed by the passionate movement of waves. I want this album to be like that: transparant water. What can you see inside? Like a little death in the midst of life, a little "letting go" that rehearses and prepares us for that bigger, final, inevitable letting go... Wintertime. When the rhythm of the seasons slows and pauses and the soul of nature seems to hang suspended in a kind of fragile introspection; a time of quiet lucidity which follows the unhurried exhalation of autumn, resting and refreshing our tired spirits before the sharp intake of breath we call spring. Wintertime. Take a moment to bathe in this cool, limped music and wash away the dust of the year! Chris Glassfield User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.