Cold Hands Warming Up

One of my favorite parts of the day is walking my fourth grader to school. Today we walked mostly in silence, which means he mostly hummed quietly to himself the whole time. It was a drizzly, grey morning and I should have worn gloves. When I got back home my hands were cold, and I played this to warm up (I wasn’t really warm by the time I was finished, though: I still had to go make a cup of tea before getting to work practicing).