A sound affair.
Back in May, I stayed in a bed and breakfast for a week. The apartment was nicely decorated, came with access to Netflix and a tasty, homemade muffin packed fresh in the fridge.
Next to the fireplace, the wall was adorned with a hanging ukelele and a vintage guitar wearing dirty strings and major signs of wear and tear. My guitar was still packed neatly in the trunk of my car.
I couldn’t resist. I grabbed her by the neck. She was out of tune, but I love her sound.
Gently, I tuned her and fingered a chord. She sang in key.
I was only there for 4 nights. But every time the sun went down, I loved that damn guitar every single note.