Coda into Summer

Light dinner at the sidewalk cafe at Bistro 33. Walked the remaining block to Astoria Park as the sun was setting, and settled on the grass between the bridges to hear the Chapin Family sing songs of their own and of Harry. It was nearly air temperature air with a breath of warmer breezes, as the sun faded and the bridges glowed and the lights of the city rose to reflect in the swift-running East River at high tide. A lone bat swooped above, carrying the sweet music and clear voices into the darkening sky.