The Color of Spring

Yesterday I saw Verdi’s Macbeth at The Grand, the opera house in Wilmington. I love opera; it is so over the top. I have seen only one poorly done work here and that was years ago. The soprano was far better than everyone else and made them look worse than they were. Another time we couldn’t see The Queen of the Night from out cheap seats.
When I was tiny (maybe three or so) I saw Carmen and I can still remember the color and the brightness of the stage. I had no idea what was going on but I fell in love with it. Most of the time I listen to the Met on Saturdays, but so much of opera is visual. Good thing I have an active imagination.
Thought the story is gloomy, and lots of people die, and the colors were muted, it lifted my spirits in this dreary spring.