Friday night art walk was blissful. The temperature teased my skin. Seemed, there was a record number of people perusing and traversing the streets. Restlessly we roamed from one exquisite musical performance to the next. Drumming at Pliny park was the heart beat and pulse of the walk.
Then we ventured into the Harmony lot and upon our arrival three young men on bicycles rode past us at high speed. What, you might ask, was their haste? They were au-natural. A wave of people stepped aside and cheered as they rode lickty-splicty. I had a giggle. The balmy night carried a fluid flute and guitar melody upon numerous gusting south winds. It was sensational and one of the best gallery walks of this year.