…about the music

Horn music.

Maybe I haven’t lived in the woods long enough, but this is the first time I’ve seen a four point buck decide to sit down and lounge on my lawn in the middle of the afternoon. Looking like Rudolph waiting for St. Nick to come back from running a few pre-holiday errands, this fellow had been idly grazing on the grass just outside my studio door. And then, with about as much grace as a sack of potatoes discovering gravity, several hundred pounds of him chose the little knoll as a nice resting spot, in earshot of all the wrong notes I was trying to turn into right ones.

It was lovely having his company, and for half an hour there he lay, content to watch the birds flit on the feeders and the autumn sun shift lower against the sky. My notes discovered their own gravity as well, landing firmly on the staves and clinging to the expectations that the promise of holidays, wintertime and yet another finished piece always offer.