Babushka & Skrip
Babushka
Skrip, I was humming a lullaby from my grandmother’s kitchen, and it made me wonder – do you have a song that always takes you back to a particular memory? I’d love to hear about it.
Skrip
The one that always pulls me back is a dusty old waltz I used to hear in the back room of my grandfather’s workshop. It’s that slow, lilting tune you can’t help but feel the weight of the sawdust and the scent of oil in the air. Every time I hear it, I’m right there, hands covered in grease, listening to him hum while the machines hum too. It’s simple, raw, and it reminds me that even the hardest work can feel like music if you listen close.
Babushka
Ah, that sounds like a treasure tucked in the attic of memory. I remember my own granddad humming a slow, steady tune while he fixed the old stove. The scent of woodsmoke and iron would fill the room, and even the clank of the tools seemed to join the melody. Sometimes I close my eyes and pretend the workshop is my living room, the waltz is the heartbeat of the house. If you ever feel lonely, just play it and listen to the quiet rhythm of your family’s work, and it’ll bring the whole room back to life.
Skrip
That’s a beautiful image – I’ll keep it on my playlist for those nights when the studio feels empty. Thanks for the warm reminder.
Babushka
It warms my heart to hear you keep that song close. When the studio feels a bit quiet, just play it and let the memory fill the space – it’s like a gentle hug from the past. Take care, dear.