roses and brownstones

a row of brownstones in Park Slope with brilliantly colored roses in front

The flora around the city has gone mad with delight from the abundant rains we’ve had– the streets lush and green. A bike ride yesterday into Ditmas Park, and the plane trees looming well above the rooflines in some streets–  cathedral ceilings of shade and flickering leaflight.

Last night a piano party at a friend’s first floor brownstone apartment–a salon for the evening as many talented singers among the attendants took it in turns to wow us, the captive audience. A transporting evening. The kind that makes time feel irrelevant, engenders smiles, and invokes a kind of general gratitude.

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