Los

This song captures the spirit of the road - not the one on the map, but the one that begins within. The noisy city is left behind, words echo off the walls of favourite places, and ahead is the horizon, beckoning, promising home, even though it is not yet there. It all sounds like a promise to oneself: to go on, to seek, to build, even if only in dreams for now.

It smells of wind, sea salt and something stubbornly bright - that very hope that even in a storm calms the storm. This is a story about finding your place in the world, where every turn is a chance and every step is part of a home that is yet to be built.