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.