Every once in a good while, I feel like the cat who ate the canary. The Cheshire grin is, I suppose, unexplainable. Sometimes it just happens, and it feels good. Here's a piece I wrote at the piano after moving to State College. It's a 14-bar blues (!), but I think you'd have to be paying attention to even notice it's not the standard 12 bars. I had this catchy little thing in my head that turned into one of the archetypes--almost a cliche--of blues, while at the same time allowing me to expand my melodic and harmonic jazz vocabulary. In the end, it turns out to be a "languid but sassy legato."
Here's track 2 from Meditations in Blue, "Cheshire Blues."
Cheshire Blues
