Listing to Port

A Midnight Lunch of Antarctic Light for Hope In the Cold Winter Months
~Starter~
The murky light of eternal dusk that follows the last sunset of the Antarctic Winter, seen though a gathering snowstorm. To be served with the smell of fresh metal and lubricant, and the long slow creaking of things settling into ice.
~Main~
A selection of dim electric lights against the dark; reflected screen-light with the brightness turned down; flickering fluorescent tubes; CFL-light in the first few moments of warming up. To be served with the smell of hot dust and a low buzzing. Drinkers may request an ice core segment to suck on.
~Dessert~
The first silver, red or gold of the sun creeping over the horizon after the Antarctic Winter.  To be served with ice-cold, fishy air from the penguin colonies at Halley, and silence.

A Light Lunch for Those Who Have Made It
~Starter~
A selection of finely synchronised paparazzi camera-flashes, served with the sound of torrential rain and the smell of charred grass.
~Main~
Brittle beauty with a harshness behind it; an expertly blended mix of warm red-toned footlights taken from a gentle play starring a well-known comedian and searchlights seen through barbed wire. To be served with the smell of unusually greasy greasepaint and an uneasy silence.
~Dessert~
Midday Los Angeles sunlight, filtered through exhaust-laden air and a pair of closed red curtains. To be served with the smell of spilled gin and bleach, snoring, and the sound of a distant hoover.

A Light Feast
~Starters~
Rose-gold dawn light captured from the flank of K2 after a night spent unexpectedly at altitude. To be served with the song of larks and a blast of icy air that freezes the nostril hairs.
To be followed by:
Two minutes of the dull brownish light that precedes an enormous hailstorm. To be served with the sound of a dripping tap.
~To cleanse the palate~
Five minutes of dappled sunlight from the floor of a Norwegian pine forest. To be served with the smell of warm pine needles, peppercorns and green mango, and the gentle soughing of a light wind through thousands of trees.
~Main~
The syrupy light of an American afternoon over a huge cornfield. To be served with the smell of bruised cherries and warm leather, and the sound of drowsy bees.
~To cleanse the palate~
Five minutes of moonlight, filtered through the air of a cold, clear winter’s night; to be served with the smell of oncoming snow showers.
~Dessert~
Fifteen minutes of neon light, freshly harvested from the streets of Tokyo after dark. To be served with the smell of sugar doughnuts.