Chords on a guitar, greeted by the flowing winds through the open window. Overlooking the horizon of the lake, humming as you play on. It’s just you and the greens. Surrounded by the colours of Earth, to the extent in which your eyes can see. Forgetting the tiredness, breathing in a slow, fresh pace of air. Intake the mixture of different smells, the aroma of the world. No toxicity, pure natural. Turn your light on, it’s time to wake up.
It feels like I'm frolicking in a garden with her gentle voice bringing spring's bloom to the earth. Flowers sprouting; sun shining; and birds chirping; this project just puts me in a good mood while still scratching that shoegaze itch.
January is already especially melancholic, but having no heat doesn't help. And no snow even! Just pure cold.
So lots of music that kind of has the feeling of a large black lake. The twinkling lights on the surface don't hide the depths beneath, you still know to be wary.
Comfort in the act of reflection, in awareness.
- the little guys that live on your skin and in your gut. I think about them a lot, these tiny beings making an ecosystem out of my body. I hope they enjoy when I go on little wanders and listen to funky music and make myself yummy food.
