A bike ride on a summer evening

I coasted down the hill I’d have to ride back up again later. The summer evening sun shone off second-story windows and the mirrored sunglasses of several people walking up the hill. I got to the street with the tram and turned right to head to the park. A Friday crowd sitting in little clusters enjoyed the sun on the grass while little children scattered around them laughing past their bedtime. The river, its water high with all the recent rain, shimmered on the other side of the lawn. Time kept passing. Saying goodbye to the sun, the park, and the river, I went inside to hear a band or three. (Andrew Shields, #111Words, 7 June 2024)