The beach was already a stunning sight to behold as the sun began to set. But as the soft air filled with gentle piano music, pink flower petals drifting in the light breeze, it became almost dreamlike.

Elliott left the door of his small cabin open to enjoy the sights and smells of the early evening, playing slow songs on the piano. Soft playing grew softer as the sky grew darker. It was evenings such as these that he was grateful to be away from the loud cities. As lonely as it could get, the solitude soothed something within him.