My room is an utter mess. Clothes and guitars are strewn across the floor between a desk, drum kit and a bed. I'll have to fix that tomorrow.

I spent the afternoon working on another new song sitting in the lounge chair which overlooks the mountains and the afternoon sun was reflecting off the guitar. I couldn't quite capture it. Wish the iPhone camera had a longer focal length.

Faustine's latest letter came in the mail. She's this French girl, lives in Orléans; we've been writing back and forth for about eight months now. I guess it's nice to hear about life in another place every once in a while, even if you've never met that person. Sometimes it feels like writing in a journal that writes back.