the last one

You could put on a CD at home, or you could plug yourself up with white strings dangling from your ears, or you could zip along in a car with the radio on. All solid ways of listening to music. Very private, very shut-the-world-out forms of enjoying sound.

Or you could come to the Capitol Square on a clear summer evening and listen to the Chamber Orchestra do their summer concert series.

Last night was the last one for the season. In past years, I would do the blanket and the food and the wine bit. My daughters and I would read, listen, people watch. Truly, it is sublime to witness the light change from pink to deep navy.

This year we chose simply to stroll. Finlandia. Last time I heard it, a daughter was in the orchestra playing her violin. I am sure anyone peering at my face would have detected the same look of dreamy recollections of past concerts and picnic blankets.

Coming together to listen to music and then losing yourself in your own private thoughts. Bliss.



remembering



dreaming



strolling



playing



in the pink light of a perfect evening