Metropolitan moment

I went for a jog this evening, to shake the legs out after not having done anything athletic for a couple weeks. I often take a route through a nearby park, around a lake, then pass between a set of museums.

The last part of that route passes me by a wide plaza, which has a low, flat, long rectangular garden pool. (Think Washington Memorial, but smaller.) Jogging near the water, I suddenly heard piano echoing around, as if someone nearby had a portable keyboard. But as I jogged, the sound got richer and richer.

I was towards the end of my jog, and those who run will know that your brain starts to get real simple at that point. Thoughts usually consist of "Do I hurt yet?" "I'm sweating a lot," and "Where am I?" ..and perhaps some endorphins (the body's natural pain killer) were kicking in. The sound was mesmerizing--carried by the water and flittering through the trees--especially when the cello came in.

Eventually I realized it was a live concert, emanating from a museum across the street. The light turned "blue" so I sprinted across. It felt good.

Somehow, I was able to remember the name on the poster, and find this link. Thought I'd share.

Having stopped, it was hard to get back to jogging again. The right kidney said "I want to hear the music." But soon a light rain started falling--motivation to slowly jog home. It was a nice urban moment.