There is a grand church, right across the kitchen window.
Sitting in front on the stairs, a grounding moment.
A young Italian man, asking me for rolling papers.
One moment of peace, three days of being overwhelmed and exhausted releasing.
Maybe I’m actually here now.
I really like the environment you set up by slowly introducing sounds like you were filling in the lines of a sketch. I’m curious about the points where there was no sound at all, and the slightly jarring cut around 1:20.
Maybe we are actually here now. I love that sentiment. I am feeling more present as well. Your soundscape feels like you have arrived.