Spain sat on the window sill, strumming his guitar. The cool ocean breeze rustled his hair. His notes traveled through the air in a lovely melody. He closed his eyes and his voice mixed smoothly with his guitar's notes. The sun was setting below the horizon; its fading light casting long shadows across the land. Spain opened his eyes as the last few notes rang out and floated away with the breeze. A sad smile slipped across his lips as he watched the sun slowly set.
"Te extraño mucho," he whispered sadly as a lone tear ran down his cheek.