Ah, a summer morning. It's the thing that dreams are made of. The sound of a loon, the gentle breeze, a bit of mist, and a feel that anything's possible. This is summer to me.
I called this piece, Emotional Morning. For this guy, summer mornings have been filled with great emotions since I was little. My mother would take my sister and I all over the place, to lake cabins, ocean rental houses of Grand Manan, Prince Edward Island, and Newfoundland in my home country of Canada. In Grand Manan, I can remember being out in a big field, catching garter and red-belly snakes. I loved it!
There was always an actual deep emotional feeling of an early summer morning. The feelings of a little boy like myself, and an artistic person, was mixed with excitement, wonder, and for some reason, a bit of melancholy. I think the melancholy had to do with my father not being with us. This was because my parents got divorced when I was four. Even though he was not present, and I missed him, I think it helped me form a certain ability to be strong and independent at an early age. That helped me a lot in life and enabled me to really enjoy everything around me.
May you grab those summer emotions and see where they take you... X