The sun has gone down and soft contemplative otherworldly jazz is wafting from the open air amphitheatre.
I thread my way through the milling crowd content to take it all in. Admission to the concert is free but I prefer to be outside strolling aimlessly. The music floats caressingly on the warm summer air both inside and out.
“How fortunate I am to be alive!” I think to myself.
Omphalos Cafe 
On such a night a fair summer evening, and this…. https://youtu.be/St6jyEFe5WM?is=G127styiu1iQHT9j
Beautiful. Thanks for that. These days I tend to prefer lyricless jazz or classical, mainly because of all the reading I suppose. But ‘Whiter Shade’ qualifies because I never can make head or tail of the words. They’re like scat to me. sublime scat beneath the stars!