a morning of coffee and chores, something akin to completion while, outside, the gloom had returned, casting its blanket across the heights of the centre, a change in the wind bringing the chill back to the island... later with woolly hat and three layers across the river wondering whether to head down to xindian when, not unusually there was the sound of a saxophone, blowing cool with a most beautiful tone and a sense of space... and then an hour had passed, noticed only by the glow of the streetlamps along the path, the darkening sky...




https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMbpQIJm_vw