The morning scented by the last of the Laos coffee, the grey air damp with mist and drizzle, occasional rain, an indoors day broken up by a short walk to the market before the rain returned and the wind dropped a few degrees. Lentil soup and music, too much time to think between bouts of cleaning, watching the clouds pass, the endlessly changing sky, the sounds of the city drifting up from below. A day for music, eventually emerging into a tuned guitar and all four chords...