Tranquil MMVI.42 [flute with synthesizer] First Snow (for Douglas)

beneath veil of night. patina upon landscape. sparkle in moonlight. ... A misty morning glomen brightens the luminous sky. The first snow, having come (as oft it will) beneath the veil of night, reveals its frosty patina upon the land. The first rays of Sol now touch the icy dust. It sparkles in the chilly morning air. My breath hovers before me. I walk along, unhurried. My footfalls crunch the crispy leaves, now dusted in sparkles. Ah, the desolation before Winter. This stark beauty, upon my Earth, my fragile island home. How insignificant she seems, in the grand scale of Reality. Yet, she is my whole World, the only home i've ever known. This, the one life i know, i think to myself - crusty leaves crunching beneath my feet, my breath before me, sunbeams sparkling in the snow. ... Composed with GarageBand2 late last night (finished about 2am this morning). Episode 42 must, of course, be dedicated to Douglas Adams. I met him 3 days before the untimely end of his sojourn. Somehow the mood of this piece fits my thoughts of then. Please enjoy, and don't get too moody. :-] ~heath ... Changing the World, one groove at a time, "for Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast." -William Congreve ... Creative Commons Deed 2.5 - attribution, non-commercial use, share alike