Just imagine, the seagulls are making their way home, the ebb and flow of the sea has slowed, and Luiz is plucking at his guitar. The world is changing its colors into a more nocturnal countenance. But for 20-something minutes during the sweet spot, when the sky's gradience is shifting from hues of lavender and blue to a great wall of yellows and oranges just on the horizon, it's just you and Luiz in conversation. There are no words spoken, but his fingers form paragraphs, pages even. Passages full of beautiful secrets you've only just heard.
