Vios cafe and bookshop. Coffee and the hum of conversation. The sound of flamenco guitar is colouring the tone. A screen and keys sending words out to another place. Bombs are falling somewhere else. The buying and the selling while the wells run dry.

Culture speaks in definite tones. Music shapes and colours nature. God where are we? We, we the north the south the east and the west.  The six hundred mile migration. We used to follow the seasons. One direction for two months to where the fruit is. Songs to keep us safe and to carry the know-how and the stories that connect us to where it begins.

Weather changes outside. The sun is coming through.