
Meditation 016 | A Simple Carol
B-Flat Major | Vol. II, Issue 4

Sending all my best to you and yours this holiday season.
Thank you so much for being such an important part of Fog Chaser this year. I am so grateful for your time and attention. I hope you enjoy this month’s piece, a meditation on the season.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Meditation 016 | A Simple Carol
Played this early this morning while watching our first "real" storm of the season dump snow outside. A nice bit of calm before the mania of World Cup games and trying to fit some writing in.
This might be my favorite so far. Gave me exactly the type of respite intended. The harmonic language is very sophisticated and effortless at the same time. An excellent end to another productive year of music making.