The Sleepover

Back in high school, my friends and I spent one summer-overnight up in the mountains. Since one of my friends owned a farm and a house there, we wanted to have a bonding session away from home plus experience different kinds of summer activities. It was technically our first time spending the break out of town together with some farm animals and a different kind of weather. It was also our chance to have fun roasting hotdogs and marshmallows in a bonfire and to stargaze before going to sleep.

The experience was great, and soon after, we found ourselves spending the sembreak in that same farmhouse the year after.

One afternoon by the piano

Around a week ago, I, together with my sister and a friend, was in a mall and by the new wing of restaurants where there was a piano, to play some songs while it was vacant. You see, the area would be usually flooded with music enthusiasts and pianists since it was the only public piano in that mall, so while we were there we chanced upon the place while not much people were around. That time, we met a man, probably on his late 50s (since he told me through our course of conversation that he was already retiring). He saw our tiny 'jamming' session and approached us, noticing that we weren't using the piano chair. We explained that it was starting to break so we decided not to use it instead, and this was where our conversation started.