Nightfall

Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.

Laptops arrived for today’s workshop, but as people began to arrive it became clear that our room was way too small. Then someone noticed that a computer lab next door was unused, so we decamped.

After work, I join some people in a nearby pub - Old Pineville Premium Pub (est. 2017!). Interesting intel from the shop floor.

Then back to Ayrsley for sashimi.