I remember going to concerts in the park in the summertime. Summer nights in the park are not like anything in daylight. There is still itchy grass and mosquitos, it’s true. But the light twinkles in little exclamations and there are mysterious shadows all around where the rocks and trees are in the day.
Some of the best food I ever ate was at a picinic in the park on a concert night. Cold fried chicken and potato salad with icy sweet lemonade and sour pickles for the gods, all served on paper, with a side of ants.
And there is something about the way sound travels in the dark. The music seeps into you and curls around inside when you hear it in the park at night.
I haven’t gone to an evening concert in a long time. I wonder if it is still as wonderful as I remember it to be.