Last night I found myself walking in our little downtown because it was a strangely warm night and the golden light on the river called to me. I’d been at a work event and needed to clear my head anyway, so I walked a couple of miles down the river, around the park, up through the brick alleyway, hearing the rap of my boot heels on the walkways and the spring wind on my cheeks.
People nodded and said hello because it is a small town and we do that here. One girl saw me admiring the view across the river and said in a conspiratorial way, “the reflection is awesome, right?”
On my way back up to my car, I heard a sound check and stopped. Outside a cafe was a little stage and an open mic, with multiple small groups of musically-inclined hopefuls gathered around scattered tables and chairs, sitting or standing with instrument cases and half-empty beers.
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