So yesterday I found myself in Dixon, Illinois after a long drive. A small town in the middle of homespun Americana, guarded by a river that carefully wraps itself through the middle of a sleepy downtown, the river itself nestling up against Page Park. I went to see Mumford and Sons play. Big concerts with 15,000 people are a bit too much for me, though. At some point, I found myself in a hammock saddled up in between two trees in the park
and started to read a book on childlike faith Mum had given me for my
recent birthday - Dangerous Wonder - and watched a congregation of brown ducks
bob down the river.
There were a lot of the local residents watching the concert from their riverboats, and it was a nice surprise to see folks in kayaks as well. They all hugged a listening spot to anchor, and the night looked like a pepper stew of polka dot lights in bloom cast upon the river. Classic. I think the song I enjoyed the most from Mumford was - I will wait. Was invited by a local pastor to a philosophical roundtable between him and some friends tonight - and looking forward to that - but it's been rescheduled until September. Good thing, as I'm exhausted! Have to pick up Silas on Tuesday and chaperone him for the day, and then he's off to Scotland!
There were a lot of the local residents watching the concert from their riverboats, and it was a nice surprise to see folks in kayaks as well. They all hugged a listening spot to anchor, and the night looked like a pepper stew of polka dot lights in bloom cast upon the river. Classic. I think the song I enjoyed the most from Mumford was - I will wait. Was invited by a local pastor to a philosophical roundtable between him and some friends tonight - and looking forward to that - but it's been rescheduled until September. Good thing, as I'm exhausted! Have to pick up Silas on Tuesday and chaperone him for the day, and then he's off to Scotland!
