The last piece in a suit about natural moods - and almost tonal. It’s the last piece I’ll write in this style. Gave me trouble. I scrapped a piece I posted recently that just meandered about and got nowhere. I hope this makes more sense.
This one is about scents floating in the evening air, reminiscent of a brief holiday in a village in the south of France. Written about 3 months ago and given a few touch-ups yesterday.
The orchestra includes a piccolo trumpet for the highest trumpet notes.
Comment good or bad would be gratefully received if you can afford the 5 mins to give it a listen. Many thanks.