π§ 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 fogβs mystical dance.Β Enjoy. Listen with headphones or on a quality stereo system if at all possible. π§βΊοΈπ§ππ½π§βΊοΈπ§