From our city balcony...

These may not be the best shots in the world, but I wish I could play you the sound track that went with them.
I found a peculiar romance in this scene a couple of evenings ago... a lone trumpeter at dusk, sitting beside the river in the heart of the city, playing blues that came to us, clear and haunting, across the water...

I am almost certain he's done this before.

My authorly instincts tell me he comes here once a year, on the same day each year, and he plays beautiful, sad music at sunset.

So many possibilities...