There was an unscheduled unexplained power outage, the humidity was oppressive; and the semi-dark room didn’t seem consistent with exchanging ideas.
My friend Crysta held classes:
Under the trees (crysta in a red blouse and black pants)
Still teaching; i could imagine the birds chirping and the wind sighing 
Down came the rain
(actually, kanina pa nakapayong ‘yung naka-pink, hinarap kay crysta)
To the coffeshops!
