I also heard of the green valley (al wadi l’akhdar), which still exists, in the mountains on the road between Beirut and Damascus. A valley with a place to rest, reflect, have some food, and dance. I imagine a dream-like state of being, with Claire, her husband, and three kids, which included my mother (the fourth would come later.) This track has distant sounds, bells, all based on an extrapolation of the prelude to Ravel’s Le Tombeau de Couperin. I use that triplet motif as an ostinato, and it guides us through the whole track.