Austin — I find refuge in the tops of trees today, higher and higher notes, alpine air.
During this ascent I watch my mouth shapes shift to try to bring a fullness of tone to each higher note. So little air is needed at these heights, the pinched mouth of a balloon.
After a while at elevation I realize I don’t know where my body is, my focus having been up and up. A mouthpiece without its trumpet.
I stay up high and also find my feet on the ground, inhabiting the top and bottom of the mountain at the same time. This attention has the foundation expand, offering more freedom for flight.
Eventually the pitch descends and I play up and down the trail with more stability.