Learning to Play the Flute by a Lake​

My flute squeaks at first, but I mimic the loon’s call, blowing gently into the mouthpiece. The instructor says, “Let the music flow like the water,” and I try again—slower, softer. Gradually, I play a simple tune that matches the lake’s ripples. A duck swims nearby, as if listening, and I smile at my mistakes. This isn’t just learning an instrument—it’s talking to nature, using music to say what words can’t.​