A full orchestral work in the Romantic tradition — late 19th century in spirit, broad in sweep.
The piece opens quietly: solo oboe above a hushed string bed, tracing a melody that feels half-remembered, half-invented. French horns answer from a distance, as though calling across a valley. What follows is a slow gathering — woodwinds joining, the cellos taking up a countermelody, the whole orchestra breathing outward into a climax of brass and massed strings before withdrawing again to where it began: cello alone, a few pizzicato notes, then silence.
The mood throughout is autumnal. Not grief, but a kind of generous resignation — the particular feeling of watching light leave a landscape and finding it beautiful rather than sad.