I’ve just been playing the Trout Quintet on the phonograph. Listening to the Andantino makes me want to be a trout myself. You can’t help rejoicing and laughing, however moved or sad at heart you feel, when you see the springtime clouds in the sky, the budding branches, stirred by the wind, in the bright young sunlight. I’m so much looking forward to the spring again.

In Schubert’s piece, you can positively feel and smell the breezes and hear the birds.