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I seem to be drawn to autumn the most. Maybe because it's such an onomatopoeic month and I love words and sounds and wordsounds, sound words, wound sords and probably everything in between. Historically, it's not been the greatest time of year for me. With the loss of close friends, babies and relationship breakups I'm surprised I don't take after the monarch butterfly and choose to migrate and hibernate until the spring brings its warmth and promise. Maybe misery loves company? Maybe the long shadows, low light, drawing nights and eerie mists bring another type of hope? Maybe you have to see the darkest hour in order to know dawn's going to break? Maybe the scents of autumn carry the strongest nostalgia, and signify warm, cosy winter is ahead?
I like my music to be rich like a low autumnal sunset, dark like a Northern winter night and filled with pirouetting leaves as the sky seems to be. Here's one that landed, and it was always for you.
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