u/ValancyRose

I have a clear image of piano keys in my mind and when I hear a new song I always try to play it in my mind on that piano. I don't have perfect pitch but I can find the main notes by "playing" the notes around them. Do I have extra-clear phantasia or do other pianists do the same?

The Lost Snowstorm

Environment Canada promised a snowstorm for northern British Columbia, only the snowstorm never showed up. The Appleton Family was sorrowful over the delay and held a debate over it. Then Jasmine said, “Suppose the snowstorm got lost!”

The idea triggered immediate action. The seven snow-hunters got ready for a long search and rescue to bring home the snowstorm. They slung some provisions over their shoulders and spread out in a line spanning the province and traveled northward, sending hourly reports to each other by pigeon post. They searched forests, ravines, and all through the mountains for the missing snowstorm. They climbed tall trees to get a better view. They battled charging moose, wolf packs, cold, darkness, solitude and a growing despair of ever finding the blizzard.

Charlotte saw a white puff hanging over a swamp and got excited, but it was only a flurry and not what they were looking for. Fogs confused their vision and raised their hopes as they thought they had located it. Diana was heard to sing at the top of her voice, “There shall be showers of snooowflakes!” Michael shouted into the cold wide air, “This idea is just junk!”

Norah found a little coyote pup yelping in self-pity because the cold was nipping its ears. She was going to abandon the search and care for the coyote but a pigeon flew up with a loud squawk and dropped its note from the other searchers: “Leave that coyote be! Keep on searching if we’re to find that snowstorm!” Abashed, Norah tore out armfuls of moss and covered up the coyote puppy, then rushed across the field.

Mom found several orphan evergreens and brought them along, determined to gain at least one thing from this enterprise. The search took an entire week, with several near fatal accidents of falling over rocks, getting lost in woods and mountains, and slipping on frozen creeks and rivers.

But at last, just as Dad sent out pigeons to call off this fool hunt, Jasmine saw a HUGE white cloud huddling in a corner field, frightened and unsure where to go from there. It had forgotten where Environment Canada said it was to go. She tore through the drifts and waist deep snow to the hovering snowstorm. It was made of millions of large feathery flakes. Jasmine whipped off her scarf and tossed it around the biggest, foremost snowflake. The blizzard was captured. She released six pigeons with the great news and headed for home, the snowstorm in tow.

Somewhere at the Weeping Birch River the rest of the party showed up together and saw the wonderful sight of the recovered snowstorm, floundering and wallowing along in the air, Jasmine leading it by her scarf. So they came home with the search successfully over. The snowstorm then blizzarded over the whole Weeping Birch region until four feet of snow blanketed the ground. Farmers rejoiced and children played gleefully in the snow, but they little knew what adventure seven people had undertaken to bring it about.

The Lost Snowstorm

Environment Canada promised a snowstorm for northern British Columbia, only the snowstorm never showed up. The Appleton Family was sorrowful over the delay and held a debate over it. Then Jasmine said, “Suppose the snowstorm got lost!”

The idea triggered immediate action. The seven snow-hunters got ready for a long search and rescue to bring home the snowstorm. They slung some provisions over their shoulders and spread out in a line spanning the province and traveled northward, sending hourly reports to each other by pigeon post. They searched forests, ravines, and all through the mountains for the missing snowstorm. They climbed tall trees to get a better view. They battled charging moose, wolf packs, cold, darkness, solitude and a growing despair of ever finding the blizzard.

Charlotte saw a white puff hanging over a swamp and got excited, but it was only a flurry and not what they were looking for. Fogs confused their vision and raised their hopes as they thought they had located it. Diana was heard to sing at the top of her voice, “There shall be showers of snooowflakes!” Michael shouted into the cold wide air, “This idea is just junk!”

Norah found a little coyote pup yelping in self-pity because the cold was nipping its ears. She was going to abandon the search and care for the coyote but a pigeon flew up with a loud squawk and dropped its note from the other searchers: “Leave that coyote be! Keep on searching if we’re to find that snowstorm!” Abashed, Norah tore out armfuls of moss and covered up the coyote puppy, then rushed across the field.

Mom found several orphan evergreens and brought them along, determined to gain at least one thing from this enterprise. The search took an entire week, with several near fatal accidents of falling over rocks, getting lost in woods and mountains, and slipping on frozen creeks and rivers.

But at last, just as Dad sent out pigeons to call off this fool hunt, Jasmine saw a HUGE white cloud huddling in a corner field, frightened and unsure where to go from there. It had forgotten where Environment Canada said it was to go. She tore through the drifts and waist deep snow to the hovering snowstorm. It was made of millions of large feathery flakes. Jasmine whipped off her scarf and tossed it around the biggest, foremost snowflake. The blizzard was captured. She released six pigeons with the great news and headed for home, the snowstorm in tow.

Somewhere at the Weeping Birch River the rest of the party showed up together and saw the wonderful sight of the recovered snowstorm, floundering and wallowing along in the air, Jasmine leading it by her scarf. So they came home with the search successfully over. The snowstorm then blizzarded over the whole Weeping Birch region until four feet of snow blanketed the ground. Farmers rejoiced and children played gleefully in the snow, but they little knew what adventure seven people had undertaken to bring it about.

Environment Canada promised a snowstorm for northern British Columbia, only the snowstorm never showed up. The Appleton Family was sorrowful and held a debate over it. Then Jasmine said, “Suppose the snowstorm got lost!”

The idea triggered immediate action. The seven snow-hunters got ready for a long search-and-rescue to bring home the snowstorm. They slung provisions over their shoulders and spread out in a line spanning the province and traveled northward, sending hourly reports to each other by pigeon post.

They searched forests, ravines and throughout the mountains for the missing snowstorm. They climbed trees to get a better view. They battled charging moose, wolf packs, cold, darkness, solitude and a growing despair of ever finding the blizzard.

Charlotte saw a white puff hanging over a swamp and got excited, but it was only a flurry and not what they were looking for. Fogs confused their vision and raised their hopes as they thought they had located it. Diana was heard to sing at the top of her voice, “There shall be showers of snowflakes!” Michael shouted into the cold air, “This idea is just junk!”

Norah found a little coyote pup yelping in self-pity because the cold was nipping its ears. She was going to abandon the search and care for the coyote but a pigeon flew up with a loud squawk and dropped its note from the other searchers: “Leave that coyote be! Keep on searching if we’re to find that snowstorm!” Abashed, Norah tore out armfuls of moss and covered up the coyote puppy, then rushed across the field, determined to drown the next one.

Mom found several orphan evergreens and brought them along, determined to gain at least one thing from this enterprise. The search took an entire week, with several near fatal accidents of falling over rocks, getting lost in woods and mountains, and slipping on frozen creek and rivers.

But then, just as Dad sent out pigeons to call off this fool hunt, Jasmine saw a HUGE white cloud huddling in a corner field, frightened and unsure where to go from there (having forgotten where Environment Canada said it was to go). She tore across the drifts and waist deep snow to the hovering snowstorm. It was made of millions of large feathery flakes. Jasmine whipped off her scarf and tossed it around the biggest foremost snowflake. The blizzard was captured. She released six pigeons with the great news and headed for home, the snowstorm in tow.

At the Weeping Birch River the rest of the party showed up together and beheld the wonderful sight of the snowstorm, floundering and wallowing along in the air, Jasmine leading it by her scarf.

So they came home with the search successfully over. The snowstorm then blizzarded over their farm and the whole Weeping Birch region until four feet of snow blanketed the ground. Farmers rejoiced and children played gleefully in the snow, but they little knew what adventure seven people had undertaken to bring it about

Environment Canada promised a snowstorm for northern British Columbia, only the snowstorm never showed up much as it was needed and expected. The Appleton Family was deeply sorrowful over the delay and held a debate over it. Then said Jasmine, “Suppose the snowstorm got lost!”

The brilliant idea triggered immediate action. The seven snow-hunters instantly got ready for a long search and rescue to bring home the snowstorm. They slung some provisions over their shoulders and spread out in a line five hundred kilometers wide and traveled northward, sending hourly reports to each other by pigeon post. They searched forested corners, deep gullies and all through the mountains for the missing snowstorm. They climbed tall trees to get a better view. They battled charging moose, wolf packs, cold darkness, freezing days, solitude and a growing despair of their ever finding the blizzard.

Charlotte saw a white puff hanging over a swamp and got excited, but it was only a flurry and not what they were looking for. Fogs continually confused their vision and raised their hopes as they thought they had located it. Diana was heard to sing at the top of her voice, “There shall be showers of snowflakes!” Michael shouted into the cold wide air, “This idea is just junk!”

Norah found a little coyote pup yelping in self-pity because the cold was nipping its ears. She was going to abandon the search and care for the coyote but a pigeon flew up with a loud squawk and dropped its note from the other searchers: “LEAVE THAT COYOTE BE! Keep on searching if we’re to find that snowstorm!” Very abashed Norah tore out armfuls of moss and covered up the coyote puppy, then rushed across the field, determined to drown the next one.

Mom found several orphan evergreens and brought them along, determined to gain at least one thing from this enterprise. The search took an entire week, with several near fatal accidents of falling over rocks, getting lost in woods and mountains, and slipping dangerously on frozen creek and rivers.

But at last, just as Dad sent out pigeons to call off this fool hunt, Jasmine saw a HUGE white cloud huddling in a low field in an arm of a woods, frightened and unsure where to go from there (having forgotten where Environment Canada said it was to go). She tore across the drifts and waist deep snow to the hovering snowstorm. It was made of millions of large feathery flakes. Jasmine whipped off her scarf and tossed it around the biggest foremost snowflake. The blizzard was captured. She sent off six pigeons with the great news and headed for home, the snowstorm in tow.

Somewhere at the Weeping Birch River the rest of the party showed up together and beheld the wonderful sight of the snowstorm, floundering and wallowing along in the air, Jasmine leading it by her scarf.

So they came home with the search successfully over. The snowstorm proceeded to blizzard over their farm and the whole Weeping Birch region until four feet of snow blanketed the ground. Farmers rejoiced and children played gleefully in the snow, but they little knew what adventure seven people had undertaken to bring it about.