The sun's spotlight made the trees in Prospect Park two-tone. Bright, lush green where the last evening rays hit and deep, dark green where night had already set in. We stared up from our little picnic and commented on the pink shading of the clouds. Something about Iceland - the wonder and magic of pure creation - made me more persistent to find beauty here in the city. The sky is the same sky and the sun is the same sun, so there really must be a way to see the wonder and magic of creation here as well. Last night, we did. In the perfect cool of evening, as dusk settled on the typically eclectic Brooklyn crowd, the sounds of Nickel Creek's acoustic genius played with the pink hues in the clouds and the green hues in the trees.
The loose hanging bulb lights felt perfectly lazy, though I know they were intentionally placed. Kind of like Nickel Creek, I guess. The harmonies are so tight and the instrumentals are so on point, but it feels as if they are discovering it in the same moments we are, with an effortless sway.
I had a long week. Super long. And I had worked up some anxiety about some things. Silly things. Anyway, getting off the F train to meet my best friend (who had secured the picnic site, brought the picnic, and owns the best smile I've ever seen) was some kind of heaven provision.
Picnics and musics and talks and walks. These are important summer things and if you haven't had your doses, get 'em while they are hot because summer is not forever!
Seriously, go make this ridiculously simple blueberry-pomegranate frozen yogurt from my friend Lauren's adorable blog, sit out on your porch or stoop or fire escape (in my case) and just soak it in.
There is wonder and magic where you are, too. I promise the same painter painted it all.