The other night around 11:15 I texted TL—
Wanna ride bikes to the swings at third street?
I could do- sketching a song at the moment
Maybe at midnight? We could walk too, either way
Bikes def. Adult swing on midnight’s wing
And so we did. Such a joy, and a perfect evening for these endeavors. A couple who’d been walking their tiny dog had stopped in the playground to swing, too. Like us, they were giggling with delight as they flew up into the velvet clouds again and again.
After a spell on the swings we biked up third street to the Park, rode the paths therein to the 15th street exit, then back down the hill. Kids again, both cycling and on the swings, zooming around the empty midnight city.
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 