Well, there's my clarinet - my parents always loved to see me play, so practicing it... I don't know. It's silly, but I always feel like I'm making them proud somehow, even though they're not there.

[ And he sets to starting to form the sand, a little uncertain at first as he hasn't quite settled on what he's aiming for. ]

There are little things, too. Something I'll see, or somebody will say, that makes me think of home.