In the very few moments spent not entertaining this....
I try to do some writing.
A group of us often get together to talk about writing.
Usually we meet in someone's home where the snacks are a bit better.
(But we don't often have saki).
This week we borrowed a room on Lafyette Street belonging to NYU.
It turned out to have a grand piano. A jazz band practiced below us.
Anna, like the room, was a study in black and white...
There were reflections both literal and metaphorical.
... and intriguing glimpses into the building opposite.
