The frost of winter was slowly surrendering to the warmth of spring, the greys and browns slowly being replaced with shades of green as the cycle of life started anew. Every day, the weather got a little warmer, the days a little brighter. It was nice and very welcome if anyone asked Vessel.

But the season also brought the return of touring for the band after a few months off and Vessel found himself struggling just a tad to get back into the swing of things, despite the restlessness he felt in his bones.

Sunrays danced through the canopies that shadowed the car park as he busied himself carrying equipment from the truck and through the backdoor of the venue. With a box of cables in hand, Vessel rounded the corner and nearly collided with a stranger.

“Whoa, sorry about that," Vessel muttered, cheeks warming with embarrassment. With a shift in his stance, he quickly steadied himself, offering a sheepish smile as he adjusted his grip on the crate. “Didn't see you there.”