A chamber-indie folk piece (only voice, guitar, violin) that was crafted over years. Pizzicato violin textures, intimate vocals and a quiet baroque finale — melancholic yet quietly rejoicing. Perfect for reflective features during advent.

“I often got stuck,” says Tonneau. “The melody or words would circle around for months, sometimes years, before they finally landed.” Each verse carries traces of different times and moods — the ambition of work, the tension of relationships, the quiet surprise of acceptance. It’s not a song of certainty, but one of hesitant rejoicing