Walking down the hill - for it ain't much of a mount - I took a side path and played my new flute. I have only had it two weeks I think, but I am getting better at making the sound I hope to hear. There was a fairly epic improvisation on top of Satie's Gymnopedies and Gnossiennes in my living room the other night. The neighbours barbecuing in the courtyard did not complain at least. It is all about embouchure, which just requires regularity. (It took a while to work out how to spell that - google thought i was looking for umeboshi plums.) Anyway, the poem:
The sun pours
Into the cup
Of the hills
And I dip
This is cool - my photo and poem on the RiotACT.