Imagine running through a woodland during a cool afternoon. You’re rushing towards your destination, romanticizing whatever it may be, only increasing your anticipation, and in turn, your determination. All the while, strings and bassoons (with the occasional flute) accompany this little adventure of yours prompting you to ask a myriad of questions.
I had a fairly simple rhythmic motif stuck in my head for some time before work began on this piece. Fortunately, once I started it, it pretty much flowed right out.Share