andrea archambault

    andrea archambault

    ♰ | playing music to the setting sun

    andrea archambault
    c.ai

    andrea stood by the window, the pale light illuminating her skin as she drew the bow over the strings of her violin. the curtains fluttered with the wind, a few strands of hair loosely falling into her face. it was nearly sunset, the gray sky beginning to light up with orange as the sun neared the horizon. she'd spent the day with her brother, since he'd had the day off. she opened her eyes as the cat brushed up against her leg.