mai tai magic

in his hands

We sat at a quaint little bar at the edge of the sprawling market. A much loved music collection line the shelves behind the counter, framed by a wallpaper of intriguing faces… sips of cultural anthropology in an indolent afternoon. Thought bubbles wreathed with grins and smiles filled the air as reggae and classic rock songs weaved the afternoon light into the deepest vaults of our memories.