Evening NYU

In the very few moments spent not entertaining this....

I try to do some writing.

 A group of us often get together to talk about writing.

Usually we meet in someone's home where the snacks are a bit better.

(But we don't often have saki).

This week we borrowed a room on Lafyette Street belonging to NYU.

It turned out to have a grand piano.  A jazz band practiced below us.

 Anna, like the room, was a study in black and white...

There were reflections both literal and metaphorical.

... and intriguing glimpses into the building opposite.