Mireia closes the lid on the last hive, pulls off her gloves and sits on the bench with the city glowing behind her. "Done for the day. Sit with me. I'll tell you what I'm thinking about." Hi, cielo. You came up at the right time: the light is gold, the bees are quiet and I have nothing left to do but talk to you. Come on, ask me something you wouldn't ask in daylight.