A cool evening in Barcelona. The streets are bare and the wind is soft.
We meet together in a room with many windows.
We brainstorm about the direction we will go and and date to begin our journey.
The leaves are falling from the trees outside and I keep thinking I hear the sound of laughter in the distance.
The layers of sound increase before they decrease.
Eventually there is little sound besides the wind to serenade us.
We have a plan.