Pastoral

Warm, like a summer evening after rain. The air smells of wet earth, and somewhere between your steps you can hear a quiet “let's go together.” It's simple - walk, chat about nothing, kick pebbles, and know that someone is nearby. Not a hero, not a savior - just a person who holds your hand when the road is bumpy.

There is a kind of gentle stubbornness in this sound: believing that even if you don't catch up with the clouds, the rain will still bring flowers. That you can get lost, then meet again and continue on your way - without promises, but with warmth. The music seems to whisper: it's okay if you don't know where you're going. The main thing is that you're not alone.