I must share the moment that I just had…
I walked outside here at work to go play for a few minutes out by the pond and all of a sudden, NE Florida became Ireland. The weather changed from sunny with heavy cloud overhead to slanted rain in a matter of 10 seconds, and the wind started as well. The geese that come here and nest 2-3 times a year started walking about the grass and sidewalks searching for worms and the like, and I waited and watched them instead of returning to the prison (aka cubicle). Im glad I did!
I watched the baby geese and adults hunt for food for 5 minutes, admiring the weather, wondering how much it would be like that in Ireland in a few weeks, and then the rain stopped all of a sudden, with the sun again peeking out.
I walked out to the pond, sat on the bench, and broke out the trusty Ormiston. I guess once in a while, I do things differently, like cover more of the embouchure hold up more, or do somthing different with my lips, cause I got a really awesome buzzy, reedy(er) sound out of it which has only been that great sounding a few times (meaning that it always sounds good to me, the tone that is…but today it sounded great!). It sounded so good, that I went thru ‘Out on the Ocean’ four times before moving on to the Connachtman’s Rambles. Once thru that, then a bit more of rain started…
ah…it was a great day to be playing out by the pond.
! If my flutes were people I’d say they’re homesick except on rainy days.
… how does your flute fare on your travels back and forth between Columbia and Cork, especially in the winter? Do you do anything special to ease the transition? Do you sometimes feel like you put one flute into the case in Ireland but take an entirely different one out back here in the States?