Fall's End
No guitar in this! Celebrating the last day of Fall, I'm letting out my inner Thomas Newman. This is a little piece I wrote early this morning in anticipation of saying goodbye to my favorite season and ushering in another cold and wet winter, and (unfortunately) another likely snow-less Christmas.
You may not believe it, but most of us here in the PNW don't actually dream of a wet Christmas, though that's just like the ones we used to know. A white Christmas is a rare sight. Maybe once in 10 years. I've only seen 5 in 50 years. But I can dream, can't I?
AI imagery because you gotta.