edgar and i had the most lovely walk through the harbor tonight, just as it was growing dark. the lights sparkling off the water. the boats clanging in the dusk. and rising above it all, the sounds of a straggling marching band leaving the neighborhood bar where they'd been all afternoon since the end of the university football game. the stadium is not far and saturday afternoons in fall are often energetic and loud. it's wonderful. but tonight was something a little magical as the marching band left the bar, drunkenly playing drums and trumpets and singing 'oh when the saints' as they wove up the hill in a pack back to campus.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
edgar and i had the most lovely walk through the harbor tonight, just as it was growing dark. the lights sparkling off the water. the boats clanging in the dusk. and rising above it all, the sounds of a straggling marching band leaving the neighborhood bar where they'd been all afternoon since the end of the university football game. the stadium is not far and saturday afternoons in fall are often energetic and loud. it's wonderful. but tonight was something a little magical as the marching band left the bar, drunkenly playing drums and trumpets and singing 'oh when the saints' as they wove up the hill in a pack back to campus.
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