Gathan Beaga

river sunset

river sunsetIt’s very pretty, isn’t it.

About four o’clock the clouds drew away, not that we knew it in the airless room at the heart of our anonymous tower.

To get out and wander was bliss.

The city darkens now, but the warm air still draws people into the streets. I can watch them here from my desk six floors above, glassed on three sides in the middle of Chinatown.

End of another day for me, though.