A coupe of cheesy glamour shots ended our Las Vegas-lite evening, and the next morning I woke early to get back home. Outside the window, the fountain of Braddock Park was singing its song of spilling water. I still feel an instant calm when that fountain is running. It should go until November, and if we’re lucky we will have a few more nights where we can leave the windows open and lull ourselves to sleep with its gentle patter of water in the background. Ambient gorgeousity. Made-up concept, and a made-up word. The end of summer requires such whimsy
I picked up some pastries from Cafe Madeleine before a long could form, and hurried them back to the condo for Kira and I to eat while listening to the fountain. This is how all Sundays should begin. One day I’ll take a Monday off so we won’t have to rush, and just leisurely go through the day of rest, fully enjoying the weekend right through to the very end. This was not that day, but the promise of another trip back would have to see us through – and so we plotted out our next rendezvous, which would happen just as fall began.
We said goodbye to August in Boston, and then to each other. A banner weekend in a banner city, with a beautiful friend. We look forward to our return. (And another manicure!)
