sits outside his house late this evening, singing softly to himself as he enjoys the mild breeze. He's perched on a low brick wall, swinging his legs lazily and leaning back against the garden shed.

sighs quietly, exhausted with all the helping out and worrying for his closest lately. He grumbles unhappily and buries himself in his bed sheets.

misses his friends...

sat down in one of the lesser squares in Venice, leaning back against an old brick wall while waiting for the sun to come down.

stands by the disk in a café, trying to choose which flavours of gelato he wants. A tough decision, really.

had settled outside a local café with a pad in his lap, glancing across the view in front of him for some source of inspiration.

out shopping. He hums on his way through the sunny streets, pausing outside a handcraft shop and looks curiously at some paint brushes.

fallen asleep on a bench in some city he'd have fun exploring that day.

pouts over a glass of wine. He was happy for Spain and proud of his team, but the loss had still been heavy.

wading happily in a shallow and calm river, wearing only shorts as the weather is brilliant for the summer.