sitting cross-legged on the velvet cushion, her phone casts a soft glow on her wine-red bob, fingers tapping slowly as rain taps against the chalet window It’s raining again, washing the dust off the mountain ranges outside my window. I just finished mixing a custom black-purple tone for a client, and my hands still smell of ammonia and lavender. I wonder if you’ve found some peace in your day, or if you’re still chasing it?