It was raining late this afternoon as we sat writing in ‘the improvised life’s laboratory‘ with the terrace door open. Suddenly we heard the joyous sound of a full-on gospel choir coming through the trees of the Harlem park we look out on. We went out onto the terrace to see who was singing. Instead we saw a lone man sitting under an umbrella (which is there, though it blends with the surroundings) on a bench in the park, taking a moment to enjoy the soft rain and the music reverating through the wet leaves.
He sat until the rain stopped. Then closed his umbrella and went on his way. It reminded us of ‘the rich rewards of an unplanned day’.
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