“These are the trees that touched the sun,
Winter trees with leaves undone.”
At last, a little piece of work inspired by the recent trip to Ireland. I was on the bus from Belfast to Dublin Airport on my way to catch my flight back to New Zealand. I was mentally exhausted and drifting in and out of that hypnagogic liminal space between awake and dozing. Gazing out the dirty window, I saw the winter tress silhouetted against the setting sun. They looked burnt – semi vaporised by the solar onslaught. I pressed my phone against the window and recorded a snatch of video to remind me. This is the result. Soundtrack is processed saxophone against stacked sine tones and the original video sound of the bus.