Following Millicent's gaze out over the lake and moutains, he smiled a little and breathed in deeply. The cold air raised goosebumps on his arms and cooled his lungs. It was a refreshing feeling and he felt the first signs of his tension beginning to evaporate. The outdoors always did that - erased whatever was bothering him, in light of a bigger world and the vastness of the universe around him. He glanced at Millicent, observed her tugging at her hair and his smile grew.
"Yes, I was thinking about music. I've had the worst writer's block for the last few weeks and I've been feeling that everything I've written is sub-par. Have you ever felt that way? As though everything you do is just...off, somehow?"