Years ago my Mom and Dad had a dream of owning a bed & breakfast as part of their retirement plan. They bought an old house in a small town situated on a country highway between two large cities. The idea was to have a stopover for travelers between the cities as well as those on summer vacation. We spend time at the house, which we dubbed “The Last Resort” for reasons that best remain within the family.
We spent time there on occasion and this piece was composed in about 2 hours. It was one of those rare occasions when a piece seemed to flow out of me effortlessly. They fancied the B & B as an “Inn” so as the piece appeared to me there, it was instantly called my Inn Tune.
I think I need to work on my titles. 🙂