Cassette with printed insert featuring a copy of a vintage postcard taken from where perihelion was recorded.

A spell, a ritual, an improvisation to the setting sun on its closest day to Earth (paradoxically in the depth of the northern hemisphere’s midwinter).

Playing to golden light with my favourite electronic companions. I lost myself for an hour or so in an aionic flow space, an unfolding present time of deep-listen, deep-play.

Somehow these 5 sound journeys carry glorious winter light and every time I listen, it feels like medicine.