๐ŸŽง Early one autumn morning, I stood next to my son watching the fog lift off of Payette Lake. A sacred moment.

Today, I sat at the handpan and breathed and listened and let the rhythm of the moment move my hands. As soon as I finished, I thought of my son, the cool early morning air on that autumn morning, and the fogโ€™s mystical dance.ย 


Listen with headphones or on a quality stereo system if at all possible. ๐ŸŽงโ˜บ๏ธ๐ŸŽง๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝ๐ŸŽงโ˜บ๏ธ๐ŸŽง

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