A just-toasted-enough sourdough English muffin. The small pockets of salty butter. Fresh blueberry jam. The winter is cold, and a young girl is staring blankly out the window at the shifting images in the barren branches of an elm tree.
This flute composition is part of an ongoing memory series where I explore sound as an expression of memory. I wanted to share it here since this specific recollection is all about the pleasure of flavour in its simplest form. I hope you enjoy listening to it.