Sitting in the cold, swaying. Watching the stars dim and pink slowly blink on wave tops, growing to orange as the land washes lazily against a semi-static sea. The boats glide in smelling of salt and fish. Dangerous unloading, hard work and exhaustion hover within reach of a hearty home. Go to https://strangetextures.com for all the details and to buy music and merchandise. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.