It's like playing just for myself.

Relaxing without thinking about anything... Ah, happiness.

I want to be that kind of adult.

It's cold. Come on, gather around the fire.

A night of gentle conversation with waves, a bonfire and a guitar

Sometimes I just want to be healed

Healed by the sound of owls

I wish I woke up like this in the morning

Ah, how I miss the countryside.

Rain outside the window. Warmth from the fireplace. Gentle voices. Dozing off.