Friday

Today I pretended I was a wood nymph, then I had a tea party.

Symphony on the Waterfront

An evening of fine food and amazing friends sitting on the waterfront listening to the grand music of the symphony. As the evening progressed the hot summer sun set behind the city. The last piece played was the '1812 Overture' with each passing moment the excitement grew, at last they reached the end and the cannons went off! The conductor turned and bowed; everyone applauded, but yet the show was not over, from the river came a stream of fireworks into the sky loud and brilliant. But then a friend leaned over and said "Look it is the moon." For sure a pale streak of cloud that had caught our attention earlier was now the horizon the moon was rising from. Big and bold, yet peaceful and gentle she rose above the river, city and sky. As the fireworks were yelling to be noticed, quietly she shone in a brilliant garb not one thread of which was made by man. They applauded at the 'grand finale' yet there is something already grand simply hanging in the sky,